Eight months has passed since I gave birth to the most joyful baby ever. He’s also the loudest baby ever. Seriously, this kid can scream. Eight months…I need to let that sink in some more. That’s two thirds of a year, right? I don’t like math. Let’s not talk about math.
A few months ago Elli (6) told me that when she grows up she wants to be an explorer and go on an adventure to discover dragons. This was a few months ago, mind you, and I’m pretty sure she has since changed her career choice to ninja artist, but I think if any of her siblings were to join her on her quest it would be Oliver.
He is always into something. They all have an adventurous spirit – each to their own degree- but Ollie takes the cake on most adventurous baby.
He is a joyful, sweet little thing. He now weighs 17 lbs and he babbles, giggles, and wiggles constantly. He can climb just about anything he can get his chubby legs up on and can speed crawl like nobody’s business. All in all, I think he’s pretty amazing and I thoroughly adore this little human child.
This was the only picture I could get of the 8 months sticker still intact. Foreshadowing. What is going to happen to that poor sticker? Oh! The suspense!
The poor thing didn’t even stand a chance.
He looks really proud of himself, doesn’t he? And that grin looks a tad too suspicious for my liking. You know, I think he may have had this planned all along. Sabotage! I get it now. Destroy the sticker, destroy Mommy’s dreams.
But Mommy is quicker and sneakier and has a foolproof plan. For a moment I am positive he has found me out, but my ninja skills get me through unnoticed.
He has no idea that is on his cute, wittle head! Oh the cleverness of me! There’s a lesson here, kids: Mommy always wins. Or maybe it’s that babies are especially cute when something is stuck to their forehead without their knowledge. It’s probably one of those.
He is a cutie.