Owen took a particular liking to his grandpa and bestowed upon him many wet kisses. It really is the sweetest thing, he leans in, open his mouth, and kind of sucks/licks your cheek.
Owen is much more accepting of the wet face cloth for his grandma. Especially since she brought him many fun toys and stylish clothes.
This is a little cart Owen's grandparents gave him for his birthday. It revealed to us a personality trait we have long suspected but heretofore never didn't have much proof: Owen is fiercely independent. He nearly hyperventilated he was so thrilled by the cart and the freedom it offered, but he couldn't quite steer it on his own. When we tried to offer assistance, he hit our hands away and cried hysterically. He would much rather not do it than accept any help from us.
His new little car requires minimal parental intervention and brings Owen much joy. I suspect that may also have something to do with the fact that it is a babe magnet. When Owen and I were playing outside the other day, he was overtaken by three four-year-old girls who thought his wheels were pretty hot.
Lastly, this is Owen towering on his horse, like a discriminating general, while he surveyed his minions doing yard work.
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