A little update: Oliver is growing like an absolute weed. He has pretty much outgrown his 3T size clothes, and we've started buying him 4T size jammies. He will be 2 on April 30th, and I just can't believe how quickly time has gone. He says hundreds of words at this point, as well as some little sentences. We have many entertaining conversations on a daily basis. Here are a couple for your enjoyment:
Mom: Oliver, guess what time it is?
Oliver: What?
Mom: Nap time!
Oliver: WRONG!
Mom: Well then, what time IS it?
Oliver: Time for dance!
Mom: *sitting on the couch, looking through a raw foods cookbook*
Oliver: *climbs onto mom's lap, usurps the book, and starts flipping pensively through the pages*
Oliver: *looks up at mom and nods conclusively* "Hippies."
Some of his favorite things include animals of all kinds {although he's especially into fish and sea life lately, such as the octopus "opitus"}, books, cars {he likes to point out "cool cars" while we're out}, Elmo, Blue's Clues, babies, climbing, balls, cooking in his little kitchen, and Henrietta Pussycat {his best friend}. He loves to go to nursery where he gets to play with his little friends. He recently handmade Valentines for all of his friends and family. {Let me tell you, that was a mess of glue, paper, and markers, but in the end it was very fun and rewarding.} His favorite things to eat are Indian food, sushi {ishishi!}, spaghetti, and pizza. When asked what he wants to eat, he will nearly always say "ishishi!"
Here are some random candid shots from July 2008 through February 2009.
Reading with Aunt Jas.
Chilling in his little chair with a big cup of H2O.
Cooking "vegetable soup" on the couch.
Infesting the cupboard under daddy's desk.
Finally zonked out at Grandpa Mikey's after a fitful night.
Mmm cookies! {"tookies"}
Devouring a plumb. Definitely a "shirt off" endeavor.
Playing at Grandma Weaver's with cousin Jacob.
With his great friend, the empty glue stick, which he carried around for several weeks.
He's got the music in him.
Cooking in his toybox.
Oliver loves Jesus.
He always wants to kiss this picture in our hallway when we walk past.
Zonked out on daddy.
He likes to pull all of his books off his shelves and bury himself.
He will happily sit and read for an hour, which is a dang long time for a little guy!
Tucking his monkey and baby in for a nap.
One day he was being too quiet. I looked out into the living room to see that he'd grabbed one of my novels off the shelf and had crawled up into the reading chair, with his snack of a cut-up apple placed carefully beside him.
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