Yes, I realize Owen's birthday was in April. Yes, I realize it's October 5th. Yes, I realize I should be sleeping. BUT I literally just thought about it before I was about to go to bed, and now I feel terrible and can't sleep until I update about poor Owen's birthday that was MONTHS AGO!
GEEZ!
Okay, so Owen turned 3 this year. It was a busy day, but a fun one. We started his birthday festivities by going to the pool with family and friends. Luckily, we lived in Laredo where you can go swimming in April. It was fun.
Uncle Joshua, Lauren, and Hyrum goofing off
I think Evan was excited.
The birthday boy being super cute.
Aunt Anna and cutie Samuel
Brooklyn dipping her toes in the water with Daddy.
Our friends Liam and Sarah being adorable.
Brooklyn showing how much she loves big sister Lauren.
After the pool, we went back to the house for cake, ice cream, and presents! Owen was really into Marshall from Paw Patrol, so I did my best to make it look like Marshall. He was really excited about it. He brought Hyrum to the counter and told him it was his best birthday cake. :D
Here's the big 3-year-old with his Marshall cake!
I mainly picked this picture because Lauren cracks me up.
Blowing out the candles!
Nom, Nom, Nom!
Our esteemed guests. (Side note: I miss these people.)
Owen playing with some of his cool new toys. And Hyrum's face kills me.
He got some pretty cool presents. Lots of Paw Patrol stuff. Lego Duplo blocks. More Paw Patrol stuff. He. Loved. It.
After his birthday party, we headed off to another party. A bigger birthday party. A birthday party in which we let Owen believe it was his birthday party.
He thought it was pretty cool that he had pony rides at his birthday party.
We're just that awesome of parents. :)
I feel really terrible that I forgot to do this until now because Owen is such a special little guy. Yes, he can be a handful at times, but I also feel like his rambunctiousness makes me love him even more. He's the kind of kid that always gives me a good story to tell later. He makes me laugh every day. He can also be very sweet. One of my favorite memories with him was the day Andrew left to start his new job in Shreveport. When he drove off, I came back in the house and felt the entire weight of raising four children alone, trying to sell our house, and not knowing when we'd be together again fall on my shoulders, and I broke down in tears. I sat on the couch and cried. Owen saw me crying. I could tell by his face that he was worried about me and felt uncomfortable because he didn't know what to do. I looked at him and held my arms open. He crawled into my lap and held me until I stopped crying. My wild and slightly violent at times little boy sat with me and comforted me. It was so very sweet.
I love my little Owen with all my heart. He has helped me grow as a person. He's humbled me in many ways, and I think I'm better because he's in my life. He went to his grandparents' house for a week, and the kids complained that our home felt empty. He has a special place in our home and in all our hearts.
I love my little O-we-o.