OpieFoto is teh Roxxor!

Opie is a professional photographer, and I've always loved her photography. I asked her to come do some photos of Oliver, as I've been wanting to have professional photos done of him for some time, but I hate the stupid generic photo studios. WOW am I glad I asked her! She is amazing. She was down on the floor, crawling all over and playing with him. I've never seen a photographer do that. And she is AMAZINGLY talented. She posted a sneak peak of the pictures she took on her blog last night {http://opiefoto.blogspot.com} and WOWIE! I am absolutely thrilled with what I've seen so far. She is worth every penny. If you want gorgeous and unique pictures of your children, call her! {Her contact information can be found from her blog.} It's a bit more expensive than a standard photo studio, but seriously seriously worth it.

And now, after the shameless Opie plug, and without further adieu...OLIVER!

Then and Now

Oliver got two of the exact same onesie at his baby showers -- one in size 0-3 months, and one in size 18 months. I kept them both, thinking it would be fun to do a "Then and Now" type picture. Oliver is about the outgrow the 18 month onesie {yes, I know, my child is enormous}, so I thought I'd do a quick picture this morning of him in it. I couldn't get him to hold still though, so what you're getting is an action shot.

But here you have it...then and now!

Favorite Food

This may seem hilarious and hard to believe, but Oliver's favorte food is *drumroll* water. Yes. Water. Whenever Rian or I have a bottle or glass of water, he practically begs to be given a sip. He will continue begging for sips until it's gone {and long after, sometimes}. He won't drink it out of a sippy cup, it has to be out of a "big boy" water bottle or cup. Consequently, he always ends up with it all over. Here are a series of pictures of him enjoying his favorite "food" with daddy the other night.

Reflections.

You know, sometimes it's a hassle, inconvenient, and annoying that my 10 month old cannot/will not feed himself a bottle, and will not go to sleep without being rocked.

However, when he's curled up in a blanket against me, batting his eyelashes against my arm and stroking my hair, I'm so grateful that I still get to do that for him. And as he fell asleep on my chest, hand still passively stroking my hair, little foot kicking my knee I thought -- could I ask for anything more?

Part of me wants to freeze time, and hopes he can never hold his own bottle.

Anatomy of a Tantrum

Recently Oliver {yes, sweet blue-eyed-angel Oliver} has started throwing horrific tantrums. Before you're a parent, you look at other peoples' children having tantrums and think to yourself "Oh for heaven's sake, discipline your child!". Then you have your own child and realize...oh...this isn't as easy as I'd originally thought. We've decided the way to deal with his tantrums is to ignore and then once he calms down a little bit, cuddle him and distract him with something else {like a book}. However, last night he happened to throw a tantrum while I had the camera out, and I couldn't resist taking a couple of pictures before going into mommy-mode.

I now present to you...The Anatomy of a Tantrum.


Oh yay! Daddy left his controller on the couch!


Hmm...now to start a game.


Nope, that's not the right button.


Sweet, I'm ready to pwn some n00bs!


Daddy took my controller away! Nevermind that he's sharing with me!


I WANT IT!!!!!!

GQ and Other Nekkid Time Sponsors

Oliver was being really fussy last night, so we stripped him down to his t-shirt and diaper and let him roam around free. It seemed to do the trick, and we got lots of cute GQ-esque pictures of him. He's seriously such a camera ham. I kept trying to get pictures of him crawling as Aunt Jasmine specifically requested them, but I couldn't keep him from looking up at the camera with a soulful come-hither look on his face.












His favorite new toy! Best $25 we've ever spent, it entertains him for hours.




Note his t-shirt: Mr. Mischief. Yeah. That says it all.








Hey mom, let me have a turn with the camera!