Voldemort?

Owen was up for an hour in the middle of the night last night. It was exhausting, but kind of interesting in the long run.

When he finally stopped crying he worked very hard at communicating what was wrong. His requests/statements included, not necessarily in this order, "milk," "juice," "gas," "poopy," and "bad dream." And while we're not sure exactly what it was (perhaps it was a combination of the above, or maybe just some latent fear about what we will learn regarding Harry Potter's fate when book seven comes out this weekend), it was nice that he was trying.

The real getcha for this kid, though, is that he is always ready to read more books. We put him on the potty for a little while at 12:30 this morning, which is one of his favorite places since it always includes reading "The Little Engine That Could," an Arthur adventure, or some other favorite. It's only a matter of time until he is hiding under his covers with a flashlight trying to read one more chapter after lights-out.

Yesterday was a good day for him, though. It was rainy, so his mom took him to the Pro Putt, a local "fun center" with slides, a room full of balls, trampolines, etc. He had a great time. Last night, the fun continued watching dad mow the lawn. After dinner, I quick headed outside to knock down the grass before our weekend trip to Iowa City. Amy brought Owen out to watch and he had a great time cheering "Go Daddy!" and chasing me up and down the hill with his mom. I don't think I've ever had so much fun cutting the grass and I felt like a real star.

And the praise just continued this morning as Owen thought it was awesome to see his daddy on the front page of the paper.