They survived!

I spent my first night away from Owen this weekend when I went to Detroit for my friend Kate's wedding. Ben and Owen stayed home, and they both survived in tact! Evidently they had a good time at the company picnic and took a trip to Petsmart, just for fun. Owen enjoyed watching the dogs at doggy daycare, especially since they were on the other side of a gate and couldn't lick his face (his #1 reason that dogs make him nervous.) We THINK he's started to say "dog," but we're still waiting to hear it again a few times. He's been calling all dogs "kitty," and I've been saying "no, that's a dog." Last week when we were having dinner on the deck, the neighbors let their Great Dane out and Owen said "Dah! Dah! Dah!" over and over. Ben said he repeated it a few times at Petsmart, so we think that's word #3. If you're counting, the first word was "kitty," then "cat," and now "dog." Mama and Dada are no where to be found...you can see where his priorities lie!