i do more laundry for owen than anyone else in this house. this kid changes his clothes more than i even notice. there was one point this summer where i was caught up with the laundry for a month, which meant i was doing a couple loads every day. it would be pretty even: two pairs of pants each for ethan, isaiah and xavier. but then owen has five pairs? what? and what's up with the seven pairs of underwear? every time i change owen's clothes, his first question is "are we changing underwear?" no, owen. we are just changing into our pajamas. you don't have to change your underwear every time you take off your pants. aiyiyi.

he is very particular about the clothes he wears. he prefers shirts with stripes because they make him (look) "speed". since the weather has been a little bit colder, he likes to wear his "turtle mack" (turtleneck), but only the red one. not the blue one or the black one or the gray one with sports balls on it. just the red one. he wore the red one and some really light colored khakis to his first day of preschool. eric didn't see the outfit i had carefully chosen and laid out for owen's first ever day of school, so on went the khakis and red "turtle mack". owen started to cry when i suggested that he change out of it and into his real first day of school outfit, so i didn't push it. ("but this is my favorite and i never get to wear this," he said.)

owen's preschool teacher is miss virginia, and he has been doing great. his preschool is just once a week at our church, but it's nice that he gets into a classroom-type setting and takes direction from a teacher. izzy is in his class, so i'm sure that helps.

owen still likes his fuzzy velour blanket. he'll disappear for a little while sometimes, and when i go looking for him he is always on his bed, cuddling with his blanket. "i'm resting, mom," he says. he has put himself down for a nap many times, thanks to that blanket. it's starting to fall apart at the edges. it's a big blanket, so i'm hoping i won't need to come up with an alternative before it falls to pieces.

i can't believe my little owie is going to be four soon.