April 20, 2010

Spring has sprung

No, we did not get any pets. These animals belong to our friends in Spokane, Tim and Inga. We just spent the weekend up there and Oliver played in their yard the entire time with the dog and cat. I am not a pet person, and that is putting nicely. But it is two against one in our house and I have a feeling that I'm going to lose this battle one day. Oliver had way too much fun to deny him this pleasure. Plus Anthony is tough to argue with since starting this new career.He even likes the parts that animals shed.

Baby Rex Note

A truck full of dirt makes for a very happy and jumpy little boy.

Oliver and his buddy Matt hamming it up at a recent BBQ. Aren't they just adorable together?

One has to have the nails done before summer arrives. And thanks to Molly, Oliver is set. One foot is blue and the the other is green. He chose the colors, not us.

April 7, 2010

Big boy bed



We recently converted Oliver's crib to a toddler bed. Its pretty darn cute to see him crawl in and out of it. He still falls out in his sleep at least once a night, but he doesn't have far to fall. He'll learn not to do that soon right? Simply telling the squirm worm not to squirm hasn't worked so far.

April 5, 2010

Spring Break


Here are some highlights of our visit from Papa Fred, Aunt Sarah and Cousin Alek last week. They drove out here from Illinois for spring break. And when I say drive, I mean straight through. They are insane travelers and we love them for it! The boys are getting older and are close enough in age that they have a lot of the same interests - dinosaurs, trucks, cars and playing ball with Papa Fred. Lots of fun, despite the visit to the ER. (see next post for details)

ER visit

Oliver had his first trip to the ER last week. His cousin Alek, who lives in Chicago, was visiting and they collided after having lunch at a Mexican restaurant. Like typical boys, they were playing hard and having fun. Oliver's chin met Alek's eye and the blood started pouring. I'm glad we actually took Oliver to the ER, we debated a bit, because he ended up getting 5 stitches. He fought the nurses and dr. pretty hard, but they managed to sew him up. After a popcicle from the nurse the crying quickly tapered off. More ice cream was eaten at home too.




Today Oliver got the stitches removed at our dr's office. I think he suffers from PTSD, because as soon as the nurse came in and asked him to lie down, the crying (screaming) started all over again. Anthony and I had to hold him down. It was brutal. But again, ice cream to the rescue! Funny how the tears just melt away. When I call him my 'brave little boy', he says 'no I'm not'. But he really is!