2 Month Check-up - Olisaurus at the Doctor!

Oliver's 2-month-old "Well Child" doctor's appointment was on Monday, July 2nd. Oliver is always such a treat at the doctor, and charms all of the medical staff: the receptionists, the nurses, and even the doctor himself!

He grinned and tried to roll out of the scale while he was being weighed, kicked his legs so that it took about 5 minutes to get an accurate height measurement, and then started head-banging mommy when they tried to measure his head; difficult patient, but the nurses were enamored.

Oliver weighed in at 14 lbs 1 oz (93rd percentile), and was 25" long (97th percentile). Overall, he is just my big big boy! He is growing perfectly along the ideal growth line for weight, but exceeding it a bit in height. He literally is growing like a little weed! Now I know why he outgrew his 0 - 3 month clothing weeks ago, and is working on outgrowing his 3 - 6 month clothing. I'm glad he's so healthy and growing so well, but sometimes I just wish he'd stay little! :(

Oliver and I played in the patient room until the doctor came in. Oliver loves standing on my lap and having me lean him forward repeatedly and kiss his cheeks. I think it's his version of a little game. When the doctor came in, he looked at Oliver standing on my lap (with the help of my hands for balance) and looked at his chart, and then back at Oliver. "This is his 2 month appointment, right?", he finally said. I nodded, and he laughed. He couldn't believe that Oliver was so strong! He put him down on the examining table on his belly to see what else he'd do. Oliver was in a showing off mood! He pushed himself right up onto his elbows and started to scoot himself around in a circle (he hasn't gotten the hang of the leg thing). The doctor rolled him over to examine him, and as he stepped away for a moment, Oliver attempted to roll off the table. The doctor said that Oliver was developmentally beyond most 4 month olds he sees, and nearly as developed as most 6 month olds. He also said that Oliver was exceptionally alert and that he could tell that we held him and talked to him a LOT because of the way that he responds to touch and voices. The whole time Oliver just grinned and grinned at the doctor (and licked his hand whenever he had it in the viscinity).

Needless to say, I'm a bursting proud mommy! It was actually very validating, as I was worried that I didn't hold Oliver enough and that I wasn't a good parent blah blah blah. I'm sure we all think that about ourselves, but it's nice to have a little reassurance.

The only bad part of the appointment was the dreaded immunizations. As soon as Oliver and I walked into that immunization room, I had the biggest urge to turn around and run back out. I now understand what is meant when people say that they would take any pain away from their child if they could. I started freaking out in my mind, racing through ways that I could somehow take the shots instead of him. (And I'm TERRIFIED of needles!) I knew it was irrational, but I couldn't help thinking it anyway. The first vaccine was an oral vaccine, for rotovirus. Oliver grinned at the nurse as she administered it, and lapped it all right up. Then the nurse got out the dreaded needles. ACK! Even the sight of them was enough to make me panic again. She jabbed the first one into his little chubbster thigh, he took one look down at his leg, and then whipped his head around to look at me, grab a handful of my hair, and WAIL. He looked SO sad and accusatory "Why are you letting them do this to me?" he seemed to be wailing. Of course, I started crying, and both of us cried through the end of the three shots. The nurse said that he had the cutest cry she'd ever heard (yeah, come listen to him at 3am and then see how cute it is, lady!), but that was little consolation. My baby was wounded. :( He bawled all the way home, and into the house. I tried rocking him, feeding him...nothing helped. I finally resorted to stripping him down to his diaper, taking my shirt off, and holding him with his head on my chest while I rocked him. Thankfully he settled right down and went to sleep.

Needless to say, I'm going to see if I can make daddy go to the next shots appointment with him. I don't know if I can handle it again. :( Poor little guy!

Chillin' Like a Villian -- With Daddy!

Daddy + Oliver = cute cute cute!

















<3

Yo, Future CEO Ya'll!

Okay, I know I'm probably biased, but I swear Oliver is the cutest kid in the world. I took wayyyy too many pictures the other day of him in his new "Future CEO" romper with his new flip flops. Uber photoage commence:



















That is all.

I Dream of Spaceships...

Just a few pictures of Oliver's new ADORABLE spaceship outfit, because (as usual) I just couldn't resist!

- Insert Witty Title Here -

Well I'm back. You know I can never stay away for too long. I follow Oliver around with the camera like I'm the paparazzi, so naturally I always have way too many pictures that I'm just dying to share. Here are just a few out of all the ones I've taken in the last few days.

This is Oliver's "Uncle Devin" outfit. Rian's brother can often be found in a polo shirt and cargo shorts, and when I put Oliver in this outfit yesterday morning, Rian exclaimed "He looks like Devin!" The cute little polo shirt was given to him by Aunt Alesa! Thanks Lee, it's so cute!





Occasionally Oliver is docile and oh-so-sweet, I just want to kiss him all up. Here he was snuggling with his daddy on Sunday afternoon:





While I was talking to my family on the phone on Sunday afternoon, Oliver fell asleep leaning over my arm. I put him down in his swing so that he could rest more comfortably, but he kept his chin jutted out and his head up, just like it had been on my arm. I just had to take a picture, it was so hilarious.



Our across-the-street neighbors have three adorable little girls. Yesterday afternoon the girls came over and gave Oliver the cutest present! It had this little stuffed monster on top. I gave Oliver the monster this morning while he was laying down, trying to take a nap, and he just kept smiling and smiling at it. I had to take a picture of him with his monster in his swing.



That's all for now, but there will be more soon, as I'm sure you've come to assume by now. :)

XXX Babies!

NNNNNNNekid baby!

Today it was soooo hot and sticky that we decided to give Oliver a little naked time. My little nekkidsaurus is so adorable, I went crazy with the camera...

Tubby Time

I know by now I should have some Oliver tubby pictures up here, but Oliver is always such a screamer when he's being bathed that we're only focussed on getting him in and out as quickly as possible.

I managed to finally catch a couple of pictures of a quick tubby in the kitchen sink the other day:

Aunt Marissa & Uncle Devin!

Rian's brother Devin and his wife Marissa came over last night to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, but before we could watch the movie we had to calm little screaming Oliver down. Devin and Marissa will be great parents someday!





Oliver seems keen on giving me a heart attack lately. The other day he got himself up onto his fists with his arms straight, and tried to inch the rest of his body forward. He tipped over, and I had to rush over and save him. It's just not fair for a baby to be trying to crawl before he even sleeps through the night! ;)

More Than All The Stars In The Sky

I don't love you much do I?
Just more than all the stars in the sky...



I don't love you much do I?
I think you hung the moon and that's alright...



See how it sparkles in my eye...



I couldn't hide it if I tried...



Oh I don't love you much, do I?



adapted from Guy Clark's "I Don't Love You Much Do I?"

You Were Born to Be In Pictures, Baby!

Oliver, Rian and I were playing on Saturday, and Oliver was being so cute and smiley, we took a couple little short videos of it:






Then, last night when I was on the phone with my dad, wishing him a happy Father's Day, Oliver started to throw a holy fit. He was screaming and screaming as if he was the hungriest, most starving baby in the world. He continued to scream for the next 5 - 10 minutes, so I finally cut my conversation with my dad short, and went to rescue Rian from the screaming boy. I started feeding him, and two minutes later he pulled away, clamped his jaw shut, and went to sleep. He REFUSED to wake up, no matter how much we bugged him. We were rubbing his cheeks and playing with his lips, and he just defiantly stayed asleep. It was so funny and cute (in a bad naughty sort of way) that we had to catch it on video. Note: No Olivers were harmed in the filming of this video: