Owen

Owen

Owen.  Owen.  Owen.....
We can't judge him too harshly since he's only three years old.  I always find myself telling Lily and Austin..."He's only three, so he can't do it as well as you, or he's only three... he can't read yet, or he's only three, he doesn't quite understand."  He's only three....
The problem is I think he is starting to take advantage of that.  He thinks he runs this place and now we're trying to back track and put him in his place.  He has that Putnam irresistible charm!!  Darn that charm!!  He knows how to sugar coat just about everything.  It's a special gift bestowed upon him by his father.  So to say that he is such a sweetheart is really the truth.
He does have his toddler moments however.  So, I just put him in the laundry room and turn the lights out and let him cry in there so he doesn't bother us.  Nate said the other day..."You do that to our little Owen?"  Quick came the reply..."Yes I do!"  I could tell at the moment Nate was in an "Owen trance" and I had to snap him out of it.  He's a tricky one.
He's a happy hugging boy!  Sometimes in Owens case I wonder if he could hug a person to death.  I'm often thinking... "I do need  some space to breathe."  We love his love.
Pretty Boy.