Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Owen is 4!

He'll tell anyone he meets, "Hi, my name is Owen, I'm four!" Then he'll hold up four fingers.  I'm not sure where he got his excellent social skills.  This is a bit late...story of my life.  

Owen's 4th Birthday Interview*
1.  What is your favorite color?  Blue
2.  What is your favorite food?  Pizza
3.  What is your favorite game?  Umm...chess
4.  What is your favorite book?  Um, uh, it's uh, the bug one.  Yeah, Feely Bugs.
5.  What is your favorite toy?  My mike pez dispenser.
6.  What is your favorite treat?  The pez.
7.  What is your favorite song?  The one that starts, "A long time ago in a beautiful place..."
8.  What is your favorite thing to learn about?  Letters.
9.  What is your favorite animal?  It's a, um, a black jaguar.
10.  What is your favorite TV show?  It's, um uh, Monster Ank.
11.  What is your favorite thing to wear?  This spiderman shirt (he had just received it that day...)
12.  What is your favorite Holiday?  Christmas.  Why?  Halloween  Why?  Valentine's Day Why?  Knock it off!
13.  What do you want to be when you grow up?  A daddy.
14.  If someone was being mean to your brother, what would you do?  I would kick them out of our house!
15.  Who is your best friend?  Shane and Makenzie
16.  What is something you want to learn to do this year?  Turn on lights.
17.  What is something that you are really good at?  Good at running so fast!
18.  If you had a million dollars, what would you buy?  A caramel square.
19.  If you were an animal, what would you be?  I would be a cheetah...oh never mind, I would be a caracal.
20.  What do you want someone to invent? An animal.
21.  If you could have a magic power, what would it be? Spiderman's power
22.  How many kids do you want to have when you grow up?  Um...7.
23.  What kind of house would you like to live in?  This house.
24.  Who is the prettiest girl in the whole world?  You are.
25.  Where do you want to go on your mission?  To Ohio.
26.  What's your favorite scripture story?  David and Goliath.
*Disclaimer:  These are direct quotes, and not necessarily reflective of the real answers.

We sure do love Owen.  He's growing up to be such a fun, witty, funny boy.



Questions taken from this blog.  

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The dresser saga

You may remember, long ago, this post regarding a dresser that I fixed up.  I realized I never told the story of its miracle, and now there's more of the story.  So here it is:

When we first moved to Columbus we didn't have a dresser.  Our clothes stayed in piles on the floor, but the problem with piles on the floor is that no matter how often one folds and stacks them neatly, one's room never looks clean...so I really really wanted to find a dresser, ASAP!  The other problem, though, is that I am picky about my home decor.  Not just any old dresser would work, oh no, I wanted a dresser that I really liked.  Which, it turns out, is quite difficult to find when one has a budget of approximately $0.  :)  I scoured craigslist and the thrift store almost daily, but after a few weeks of coming up empty handed (they were all either too expensive or too ugly), I was starting to feel a little desperate.  So, as any desperate person would do, I took the matter to the Lord.  Now, I recognize that finding a pretty dresser is probably last on the infinitely large list of problems people pray about, but I've always felt that if something is important to me then it's important to God (He is our Father, after all).  I commenced praying, and the next day went to the thrift store.  I walked to the furniture section in the back and there was this (in case you didn't click on the previous link):


I think angels started singing when I saw it, and I just knew it was meant to be my dresser.  Now, I will admit that this was not quite what I wanted, but it was so much better than anything I had previously seen for what it cost that I was willing to take what I could get.  Also, it was $20.  

I decided to buy it, but then faced another obstacle.  The thrift store has a policy that the customer has to get anything they buy out of the store (no help from employees allowed), and there was no way I, with my 6 month old Owen, was getting this dresser out of the store and into my car alone.  Thus began my agonizing wait for Casey to return from school so that I could send him to buy my dresser (I was really hoping no one else would buy it in the intervening hours).  Casey got home that evening and after dinner I sent him to the thrift store with a description of the dresser.  I thought it wouldn't take him more than a half hour.  Two hours later, Casey walked in the door with his own story to tell.  

At the thrift store he found the dresser just fine, bought it and somehow got it out to the car on his own.  Right before hopping in the car to leave he noticed a small family standing outside their car, parents looking rather flustered.  They had apparently locked themselves out of their car.  Casey approached and asked if he could help, and ended up giving the husband a ride home to pick up a spare car key.  During his conversation with the man, Casey told him about my dresser (it was rather conspicuous in the back seat), and how I thought it was an answer to prayer.  When they got back to the thrift store parking lot the man pressed a twenty dollar bill into Casey's hand and said, "The dresser's on me".  So there it was, my miracle dresser.  Here's the after:

Now for the continuing story (bless you if you're still with me).  This dresser worked well for our purposes for about three years, but as I mentioned before, it wasn't quite what I was hoping for.  In addition, Casey never liked it and the drawer tracks were all broken, making getting clothes out each day a little treacherous.  About six months ago we started combing garage sales as a family, looking for a bike for Owen.  We never found one, but we found a number of other things (surprise!), one of which was a dresser.  At first sight this dresser was...struggling.  It had shiny black paint, ugly contact paper in all the drawers, and a drawer broken in half at two of the corner joints.  But it had just the shape I had wanted!  And casters!  And drawers that worked! (Aside from the very obviously broken one sitting on top of it) And! And! And!  There weren't prices on anything at this yard sale and I was almost afraid to ask.  Dressers like this went for upwards of $90 on craigslist, and we weren't even in need of a dresser.  It kept catching my eye, though, and finally I asked Casey what he thought.  Of course he thought we already had a dresser...and this one was broken...and a little ugly (the paint was pretty bad), but he could see that I really liked it, so he encouraged me to ask how much they wanted (that's true love).  I approached, and asked, and..."How about $25?"  Umm, hello beautiful bargain dresser; however, that still was a little much for a dresser we didn't need.  I casually asked if they'd be willing to negotiate.  "How much?"  "$15?"  Wonder of wonders, she agreed, and I bought it (not quite sure how to get it home...this one was a good amount larger than the previous one).  The whole drive home I assured Casey that I would fix it up really fast (it took me about 3 months...) and we'd have a spectacular dresser with drawers that worked!  Casey still seemed a little miffed that I'd bought it, so I assured him that I would go home and sell our other dresser (pictured above) on Craigslist for $35.  I listed it that day, and it did indeed sell that very day for $25, and was gone by that night.  Woot, a $10 profit!  Because of this, we ended up with our clothes on piles on the floor for a few months again, but I think it was all worth it.  And Casey has mentioned that he appreciates drawers that don't fall on his foot. ;)  THE END. 

Dresser before, sans broken drawer (you can see it being clamped on the right).

Dresser before, drawer fixed!

Dresser top in progress.  Seriously like 5 layers of awful paint.

Mostly finished with the removing paint from the top (I was going to do the top natural wood...then it didn't work).

After!

Casters!

Original hardware (I might end up changing it to something a little lighter)


  

Friday, January 16, 2015

Happy Birthday, James!

To be as cliche as cliche can be: I really really really really cannot believe how fast this year has gone. It's incredible how one year in the life of an infant can effect such gargantuan changes. It makes the passage of such a relatively short period of time beautifully dramatic, as well as rather heart rending.  I present to you: A Year in the Life of James

  January (15th to be exact)

February

March

April

May

Also May

June

July

Also July (his first experience with avocado)

August

September

October (this was the best I had)

November

December

January (15th...of 2015)

Happy Birthday to my sweet baby James.  He's made our family more complete, and it is such a joy being his mother. 

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Adventures in Hair-cutting (and some bread and jam)!

Today was filled with adventures in parenting, the highlight being that Owen decided to cut his own hair.  Here's how it happened:  I'm washing James off from breakfast, in the bathroom.  Casey is doing something...not in the kitchen.  Owen is in the kitchen.  Casey walks into the kitchen and I hear (gradually increasing in volume), "No, NO, NOOO!!!!" I run into the kitchen, thinking something awful is happening, and see Owen holding his scissors, and chunks of hair littering the ground.  Luckily, Casey caught him fairly early in the haircut and he didn't do too much damage.  Casey did still have to cut his hair, and now Owen looks very old, and Casey is mourning the loss of Owen's long locks (Casey really liked Owen's longer hair).  Here's a before (post-Owen haircut) and after (post Casey's cut to fix it):



When I asked him how he was feeling (prior to the haircut he had a somewhat tumultuous time-out), and if he wanted to talk about it, here's what he said (imagine this with many tears and some sobs throughout): "My hair was itching, so I thought I'd cut it...but then I felt mad because Daddy got so mad at me!"

I love hearing what's going on inside my three-year-old's head.  His actions are usually so logical to him, and it's fun to hear his thought processes.

Also, I'm not sure I've mentioned before, but James loves to eat.  Like, everything, and I have never reached a point where he stops eating at a meal.  I always run out of food first.  Anyway, during Owen's haircut I was keeping James corralled, but got a little distracted watching the haircut.  James found Owen's leftover breakfast plate and happily started helping himself, so of course I had to get pictures of that, too:


Happy Saturday from the Pickett family!  It's a crazy house around here!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Happenings

What's been going on in our neck of the woods, you ask?  Well...


National "Talk Like a Pirate" Day happened.  Turns out Krispy Kreme gives you a dozen free donuts if you go in dressed like a pirate.  Since Owen dresses like a pirate almost every day I figured I'd take advantage.  I guess that technically means this was Owen's box of donuts.  Owen was thrilled when he saw that he's not the only one who likes to dress up like a pirate.  He especially thought the pirate teenagers were cool.  My faith in humanity was restored when those teenagers talked to Owen like pirates and gave him high fives.  Thank you to the teenagers who didn't think you were too cool for kids.  You made my son's day.







Apple picking with friends.  A seasonal favorite.  We tried our hand at making and canning applesauce from the apples we picked that day.  It was delicious.

Ward Halloween Party.  I'm going to be so sad if (when) my children ever decide they're too cool for group costumes, it's really the only reason I like Halloween nowadays.

Owen has taken to "baking".  Most often it's "takes".  Here was one of his recent concoctions, I had to document.  I believe if you were to analyze the separate components you would find: cocoa powder, unsweetened baking chocolate, breadcrumbs, corn meal, corn syrup, peanut oil (copious amounts), and baking powder?  He always somehow finds a way to make them bubble and fizz.  These "recipes" are generally created when I'm putting James down for naps, or am otherwise occupied.  I discover them when I come down and Owen says, "I'm baking a take!!".  I usually know the creative process is happening when it gets too quiet for more than a minute.

Although these forays into the culinary world are rather messy, and sometimes waste a lot of ingredients, I really love that Owen does enjoy baking and cooking lately, with and without me.  It's been really fun to have him help pour and stir and anything else he is able to do, and then remind him that he helped with whatever it is we end up eating, be it pizza dough, spaghetti squash, or (real) cake.  We're already making some great memories cooking together in the kitchen, and I look forward to many more.

James is just plowing forward with life.  He's so happy and sweet.  He loves to be held.  He crawls everywhere and pulls up on everything. He loves his dad and his brother.  He has 4 teeth (front, top and bottom).  He does not love sleeping...we're working on that. :)

Owen is intensely curious, always asking, "why?", and loves life.  One of my favorite things to hear him say lately is, "I'm so essited for..." or "_________ was weawy fun!"  

Casey is starting his interviews for residency.  Feel free to pray for us, if you're the praying sort. 
 Funny story from his life lately:  A fellow medical student recently asked, "So, is your wife pregnant again yet??"
Casey's response: ".........."

These boys sure keep me on my toes.

Sorry for the photo dump (only I'm not really). 

Congratulations if you made it to the end of this post.


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Monday, September 8, 2014

Owenisms

(Navy Pier, Chicago) (Casey was taking his Step 2 in Chicago that day)
Owen's face when I tell him to smile really big.

After finding him on the kitchen counter with chocolate smeared on his face at 7 in the morning
Owen: (Quickly climbing off the counter and pointing at the pan of cookies) Is that leftover tookies?  Oh.  I'm sorry for eating them.  It was a ah-ident (accident).  It wasn't on pohpose (purpose).
Katalyn:
Owen:  At night we have a bedtime treat, and our morning treat is tookies!

At the side of my bed around 6:30
Owen: Mmmm-I slept in really late, so...
Katalyn: No you actually woke up pretty early.
Owen:  Weeeell, you just need to be fine with that.

With his juice glass almost empty
Owen: Can I have some more juice?
Katalyn: No, if you're still thirsty after your juice you can have water.
Owen: Oh, I know! We can trade glasses! (My glass had significantly more juice)
Katalyn: You finish your juice and then let's talk.
Owen quickly finishes juice
Owen: Let's talk!!
Katalyn: (trades glasses) (I'm such a pushover)
Owen: (hands me his glass) You can get more juice!

Referring to a scrape on his leg
Owen: It's healing!  Jesus didn't heal it, but it is healing.