Hazel's isn't really a story, but she is constantly stripping lately (which I'm sure is pretty typical for little girls her age...or she is just an exhibitionist in the making). She is just so darn proud of being able to manipulate zippers and buttons, so she has to show her skills as often as possible. So here she is parading around without a shirt. I expecially love these pics because it shows her lack of a booty (and hips). I swear...I can never find pants that fit this little girl.
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Look at that skinny little midget! Ha.
Owen was laying down in the booth at a restaurant and said "Mom, people keep walking by me and don't even realize me. I am so still and quiet they think I'm a statue."
Another Owen story that my mom thinks I should share is about Owen randomly bursting out in laughter in the car the other day and saying "Ha. I just thought of something so funny." When I asked him what, he said "I can't tell you because it has a bad word in it." I said "Maybe you shouldn't be laughing at it, then." He said "It was just a dream I had and I drew a picture of it in my dream journal."
Anyway- without telling you the entire conversation, apparently he had a dream about falling from outerspace in the buff. He thought he couldn't tell me about it because he would have to say the word penis (which apparently he drew a picture of in his journal...I definitely need to check that out!). We have always called it a penis, so I'm not sure why he all of a sudden thinks that is a bad word, but you should have heard the way he said it....out of the corner of his mouth- afraid to say it too loud.
