Our three year-old Owen has an amazing sense of smell. We are always astounded by his comments. Here are just a few that have happened within the past week.
Example 1. I had just eaten an orange, then plopped down beside him on his bed, to sing him a song, read him a book- the usual. His back was to me, but I could hear those powerful nostrils in action as they sniffed the air waves and then . . . he asked in his very Owenesque voice, "Mama, did you just eat an orange?"
Example 2. We are in the car, music blaring so I can drown out my kids' noise (I'm a horrible mother, I know) and I put a piece of gum into my mouth- Dentyne Ice, it's my favorite. Two minutes later I hear Owen calling my name, so I turn down the music and his precious little nose that I just love, continues to sniff at the air as he asks, "Are you eat-ting gum?" He accentuates his "t's." I just love the way he talks and pity all of you who can't hear his darling little voice. Okay, so I'm just a little bit obsessive about my children.
Example 3. Never buy Bath & Body's Pumpkin Pie Body Scrub. Sorry Mikki, it was a lovely gift but it has coated my shower walls with a thick, orange residue that it impossible to remove. I'm too embarrassed to say how long my shower has been orange. Needless to say, I was up to my elbows and knees in soft scrub when Owen comes meandering in on his tip toes. He often walks on his tip toes, it's very cute. His nose starts to sniff, and then he makes his statement, "It smells like the YMCA." The liquid clorox bleach must have reminded him of the over-chlorinated pool.
Example 4. This one is a mystery. There were numerous smells hanging out in the kitchen that day- good ones I might add. I do remember using lysol disinfectant spray. I could hear Owen sniffing before he even showed himself. And then he spoke, "It smells like Skittles." Okay- skittles were NOT one of the smells hanging out in my kitchen. I think he would have LIKED them to be, but they weren't. So sometimes his cravings must over power his logic.
We'll keep you posted on Owen's amazing sense of smell.
Example 1. I had just eaten an orange, then plopped down beside him on his bed, to sing him a song, read him a book- the usual. His back was to me, but I could hear those powerful nostrils in action as they sniffed the air waves and then . . . he asked in his very Owenesque voice, "Mama, did you just eat an orange?"
Example 2. We are in the car, music blaring so I can drown out my kids' noise (I'm a horrible mother, I know) and I put a piece of gum into my mouth- Dentyne Ice, it's my favorite. Two minutes later I hear Owen calling my name, so I turn down the music and his precious little nose that I just love, continues to sniff at the air as he asks, "Are you eat-ting gum?" He accentuates his "t's." I just love the way he talks and pity all of you who can't hear his darling little voice. Okay, so I'm just a little bit obsessive about my children.
Example 3. Never buy Bath & Body's Pumpkin Pie Body Scrub. Sorry Mikki, it was a lovely gift but it has coated my shower walls with a thick, orange residue that it impossible to remove. I'm too embarrassed to say how long my shower has been orange. Needless to say, I was up to my elbows and knees in soft scrub when Owen comes meandering in on his tip toes. He often walks on his tip toes, it's very cute. His nose starts to sniff, and then he makes his statement, "It smells like the YMCA." The liquid clorox bleach must have reminded him of the over-chlorinated pool.
Example 4. This one is a mystery. There were numerous smells hanging out in the kitchen that day- good ones I might add. I do remember using lysol disinfectant spray. I could hear Owen sniffing before he even showed himself. And then he spoke, "It smells like Skittles." Okay- skittles were NOT one of the smells hanging out in my kitchen. I think he would have LIKED them to be, but they weren't. So sometimes his cravings must over power his logic.
We'll keep you posted on Owen's amazing sense of smell.
8 comments:
HILARIOUS! I just read it to Greg. Precious. We're still giggling.
Congratulations Bobba. You are the first person to comment on my blog. Hip hip Hooray!!!
I am so excited you are blogging! We should use Owen's sense of smell to help us find really good food :)
Oh my gosh. I think this is one of the funniest blogs I have ever read! I already miss your family, Meghann! By the way, I told Jeff that I'm guessing that Adam gave you the "Meggalomania" idea. Am I right? And if so, I hope you know what a megalomanic is. Hints: Saddam Hussein was a megalomaniac. Laurie is a megalomaniac (just kidding, Laurie--didn't mean to put your name next to Saddam's. Having said that, in one context, the word makes me think of you!).
These are such cute posts! Totally the kind that makes a blog interesting!
(Next up on Owen: his amazing talent for identifying octagons at 20 months.)
Your blog is great!!
Aidan LOVES gum. There's no hiding the fact once you put it in he's going to smell it and ask for some. At least we've taught him now that once you're done with it, it goes in the garbage and not thrown across the room or SQUISHED into the carpet.
So your son's part bloodhound. We need to use him as a resource should anyone get lost in the neighborhood.
Hopefully, the person who gets lost is covered in Lysol or chewing gum.
Even though I see your kids like everyday, it's fun to read about your interactions with them. I can hear Owen's little voice in my head when you describe your conversations...so cute!
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