2 Years Old

Can you believe it? Oliver is almost 2 years old. I'm doing this post now because I love the pictures I took of him today and I want to share them, because Christmas will be so busy I probably will forget to do it if I don't do it now, and mostly because my sister is here playing with my kids and keeping them busy enough for me to be on the computer (I've just about forgotten how to use it).

 I turned Oliver loose in the yard and followed him around with a camera trying to capture him just being his 2 year old self. A picture is worth a thousand words and these ones describe him perfectly. But since I am a proud mom, I will add a few words of my own.

Oliver is such a sweet spirit. He is kind and polite. He's very sensitive and has a big soft spot for his momma. He loves books, cowboy boots, broccoli and I would be crazy not to mention his love for airplanes. And he's also a toddler boy. He likes to yell and wrestle and make messes. He is learning new words everyday and it blows my mind how fast he is developing. He communicates so well and is usually very cooperative. He doesn't always get along very well with other children and he prefers to just do his own thing. He's never been a very typical child. Whenever we are outside he kind of zones out. He doesn't run or scream or destroy things (he saves that for inside the house I guess) he just gets very quiet and walks around exploring. I love the little booger so much, my heart is always on the brink of exploding.

For your viewing pleasure, I present to you: Oliver

Once there was a tree...

...and she loved a little boy.

And the little boy loved the tree very much. 

And the tree was happy. -Shel Silverstein

Peek-a-boo, baby boy!

Sharing stories through the fence with Millie, the neighbor dog. 

Can't forget my gal pal, Viv. 

About 30 times a day I think to myself, "Wow! He is so handsome!"

Right where he belongs. 

Says he's gathering firewood for Daddy.