Owen el Klepto

Well, congrats. The seven of you have all encouraged me, so I will post. :)

To my audience of seven:

I think Owen will be my top story because he is my top frustration as of late.

As mentioned briefly in my last blog (which was just yesterday, in case you didn't notice), Owen has turned into a kleptomaniac. And I mean kleptoMANIAC.

This kid wants to sneak everything...even stuff he doesn't have to sneak.

So he's always looking at you with these guilty eyes and you're like, "What? What the heck did you just do? Did you just take something? What did you take? Stop looking at me with those crazy eyes and just tell me what you did? What? What the heck is it?!?!?!"

But he's not talking. Just staring at you and shaking his head with crazy, guilty eyes.

So it's up to Morgan, his accomplice in crime--but also his biggest rat--to let me know what's really going on.

The other day she was in my room with me and said, "I think I need a little snack." So she leaves and comes back to tell me she just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Ummm, you were gone for like 3 seconds and you can't make your own sandwich. She caught my look of confusion, had some guilt maybe, and took me to Owen's room where she showed me he had stashed a bag of marshmallows--her "little snack"--under his bed.

This was extremely aggravating because it was coming on the wings of him stashing an entire bag of cookies underneath his bed and eating them all--well, apparently with a little help from Morgan.

First off: where am I when he is sneaking all this crap? Weird.

Second: he has told me that he just really, REALLY needs the sugar and that his tummy told him he needed to take it. What in the?

Thirdly: well, there is no thirdly. I just don't know what to do to stop all the sneaking. It's driving me insane.

Unfortunately all this misbehaving calls for discipline and all this discipline has led to Owen telling me he would like to "Quit the family."

I simply informed him, "You can't quit the family."

"Why not?" he asked me very quizzically.

"Because we need you."

"Oh." he said...and although he didn't say it, I think it made him feel important.

Which he is.

I just love this kid--sneaky, crazy eyes and all.

We all do because when he's not being crazy (about 1/16th of the day) he is the sweetest kid you've ever met.

I'm Baaaack--Sort of.

Okay, okay...I've been severely reprimanded from several people that my blogging hiatus needs to end.

Ugh.

Fine.

Obviously a few changes have happened:

• new house
• Shane in Iraq
• NEW HOUSE (did I mention that?)
• oh yeah, and Shane is in freaking IRAQ

You'd be surprised at how these two changes could just flip my whole world upside down. I am recovering, slowly but surely, and will ease my way back into blog land.

Posts I need to do:

• The house and all sorts of pictures
• Shane and how much I love him and miss his guts
• Olivia and how she has turned into a teenager--holy moly!!!
• Owen and how he has turned into a klepto (mostly with sugar/candy/cookies)
• Morgan and how she says words like "rockin'" and "totally" with a thumbs up
• Profound thoughts about how I can change the world
• Stupid thoughts that come out of nowhere
• The fact that I can't remember anything anymore and how uncharacteristic this is for me
• How I've lost my knack for blogging...totally gone. See this is why I haven't done it.

So I will make it a goal to do at least one of these soon. ( just for you mom and allyson)

But don't expect anything clever or witty...I'm fresh out. I think Allyson stole it all. Do you read her? My gosh she is HILARIOUS. Need an example of her brilliance? Click HERE.

Until I muster up enough energy for a real post...

word.

Biggest Loser--almost there

I'm just going to post reported weights until the end. Here's what we've got:

Troy: 164

Sarah: 222

Breckyn: 233

Adam: 315