Drool Fest 2011

We were babysitting Oliver's best friend Henry recently.  I think they were both teething--they both had trails of drool running from their chins all night.

Here is Oliver--he is actually working on his canine teeth.

And here is cute little Henry.

I HEART his big blue eyes and thick shiny hair!

And here is my sweet husband, reading to the boys.

Oliver is starting to show a bit of a preference for his Papa.

Some nights, he only wants Papa to put him to bed.

Yesterday, Andy was gone playing volleyball.  At some point during the day Oliver and I went upstairs, and the door to Andy's Work-out Room was closed (as it often is when Andy is working out).  Oliver ran right up to the door, pounded on it and yelled "ba-pa ba-pa!"

He looked so sad when I opened the door to show him there was no Papa.



Memory lane...round three

Oliver has been, since the very begining, a very silly boy.  Here is proof.



Occasionally, he is also a sad baby.

These pictures break my heart.

Starting at the top left; in the hospital with RSV, Croup and a double ear infection; tummy time; being frustrated with a toy; in the hospital again with a fever of 105.3; a little scared of grandpa (but they are best friends now!).

Memory lane...second edition

A number of the pictures that I recently downloaded from Andy's cell phone were of Oliver on his tummy.  The others, you may have seen here.

And in his car seat.

The two pictures on my left are two of my very favorites.



Let's take a walk...

down memory lane, shall we?

I just downloaded a bunch of pictures from Andy's cell phone.

Brand new Oliver Thomas

Holy cow.  I can.not.believe. I just put a picture of my ginormous stretch-marked stomach on the internets.  glup.

Bathtime Oliver.

Look at the upper-right and lower-left-hand corners. 

My bald little baby!





what happens when...

you are transitioning to one nap a day and try to distract your toddler

with a trip to Target...

please ignore my messy purse.  geez.

Same situtation, different day:

 

Not even the promise of a brand new ball could rouse him. 

But we got him one anyway.  It is super bouncy!

This is what happens at 7:00 pm, in the living room, with the TV blaring

 when you happen to keep your toddler on his new one-nap-a-day schedule:

The only time I see my "baby" anymore (rather than my "little boy")

is when he is sleeping.

sniff::sniff

enough with the camera already