Oliver is alert!!!: March 2008

Mr. Oliver's fall from grace and more...

Soooooo the last 3 weeks gave me a few extremely funny things to talk about.

One day, I was standing by Mr. Oliver in the x-pen when I felt him gnawing on my leg. Gnawing you may ask? Yes indeedy, this kid was using his 2 teeth to gnaw me on the leg. He grabbed hold of my leg and began to chew away. I moved my leg, and then it happened. Mr. Oliver fell, face first to the floor. As he started to holler, I held back my laughter and picked him up. Poor Mr. Oliver, his mama is soooooo mean.

Another day....I was sitting in the bathroom watching him enjoy his bath. Somehow he managed to sorta stand, but slip, and yes, face down, he went a fallin. As I tried to hold back my laughter, he started to holler. I quickly flipped him over and picked him up.

He's also started to be extremely picky about his food. He no longer likes brown rice porridge with roasted chicken. We have started to feed him baby yogurt in the am with fruit, then he gets lunch, some roasted puree'd veggie and some sort meat, then dinner rolls around and we give him parts of our dinner. If we don't feed him meat for lunch and dinner, he gets very cranky and screams until he gets some. What a punk. Crazy said that when he hits puberty, he will always be hungry. Crazy recalls always being hungry as a teen. Uncle K said the same thing. He said that we'd have to go grocery shopping at least every 2 days and told me to stock up, because the kid will eat us out of house and home. Oh gee, I can't wait.

On a sad note, Mr. Oliver is now remembering faces. He hasn't seen his Uncle P in over a month and a half, and when he saw him this visit, he got so shook up, he cried and cried and cried. He couldn't stop crying. LOUD. Very LOUD! It was weird. Hopefully he will move past this phase (soon).

I still haven't been able to cut his hair. Crazy is still not able to let go. So until he does...I can't touch his hair.

So the last 3 weeks of being home and dealing with Mr. Oliver on my own have taught me some very valuable lessons. I don't know how stay at home moms do it. It is so much work. So incredibly hard to stay home and put your needs on the sidelines and only focus on raising and growing a healthy child. Jeez, I'm so wimpy. I can't do it. I think that Mr. Oliver loves getting out of the house and interacting with other kids and the teachers at his school. Not that that's an excuse for my inability to stay at home, its just that he loves the attention and interaction he gets from the other children and teachers.

Date with Phoebe

So we went out to see Phoebe and her parents yesterday. Phoebe is a bubbly pitbull who is beyond loved and spoiled rotten by her two parents. We don't think Phoebe has met many babies, however, the second she spotted Mr. Oliver at her house, she was immediately drawn like a moth to a flame. It was just so precious to see that she just couldn't get enough of Oliver. Mr. Oliver laughed and laughed when Phoebe was giving him lots of kisses. It was seriously one of the cutest things I'd ever seen in my life. Yes, I know I have to give him a haircut....tell Crazy to give me the thumbs up. So far the pleas have gone unnoticed.

Oliver and Phoebe

Peeekabooooo

Guess what I captured today with my iphone camera?

The ever so popular nip slip...oops....

Sooooo embarrassing. Sorry Mr. Oliver!

Tales for the day

So I'm on the last of my maternity leave. I'm on the 2nd week of my 4 week leave. We got new neighbors downstairs that never learned manners. I mean EVER. These dumb chicks blast their music all day long, with that annoying base that shakes your floors. Its really annoying. Anyhow after Crazy asked them nicely to turn their music down, it was just a little vibrating instead of a full blown annoying. So I shaved Ugly last night, so it meant that we didn't go to bed until much later. Mr. Oliver went to bed at 8 pm last night and woke up at 5:30 am much to my displeasure. Grrrrrrrr

Anyhow at 6 am we hear the music blast. I kid you not, these dumb chicks were blasting the music at 6 am. So Crazy got out of bed extremely grumpy and went downstairs to bang on their door. To their shock, yes, the music is indeed too damn loud. What the heck is wrong with people these days? I hardly doubt they'd want to listen to my music, why do they think I want to listen to theirs? Its like people have lost common courtesy these days.

Anyhow I somehow managed to fall asleep in the cage and after Crazy left for work, I felt around for Mr. Oliver, but didn't feel him. I thought, perhaps Crazy took him to daycare? Anyhow I was half awake and continued to ponder where my kid was until finally I felt him with the tips of my feet. He was quietly playing by himself. Shocking I know.

Here are a few pictures of him today.

Doesn't he look like Popeye right here?

Here he is in the car. Every time he falls asleep in the car, he rests his head on his stomach. I can't imagine this is comfortable.

Sometimes you just come to a cross roads

So Mr. Oliver's hair is a tad long. We can't decide if we should cut it. I am willing to cut his hair myself, however Crazy just doesn't want me to cut his hair. Crazy isn't willing to let me cut those little baby locks of hair. Can you believe this? Someone please talk some sense into this guy. I don't want people to confuse Mr. Oliver with a girl, however its hard for me to explain this to strangers.

Mr. Oliver babbling

We are working on growing

Mr. Oliver has been working on growing bigger and bigger and bigger. He's been sick on and off. Pleasures of attending daycare.

He's been doing something rather amazing lately. He's now starting to stand without holding onto anything. The longest stretch was last night, he was defiantly yelling at his papa to take him out of his jail (the kid version of the x-pen) after working me over. Anyhow...he stood there loudly complaining and trying to reach for his papa, who made me pay attention, and sure enough, the kid was standing there yelling for all he was worth demanding to be picked up...but standing without holding onto anything. It was one of those insane moments when you just looking at something so unreal it can't possibly be true. In true Mr. Oliver fashion, a minute later, he fell flat on his booty. Looks like the kid is gonna walk soon.

In other news. Mr. Oliver is still wearing his 3-6 month onesies. Can you believe this? Well one morning...I wandered into his room after being awake for an hour....and captured a few shots. The scene was so adorable.

Here's his favorite sleep position.