Pat The Head

Ollie has a head and he now knows it. He bumped his head several times on the table this weekend and started patting it to make the hurt go away. We turned it into him being able to identify his head. We can ask him "where's your head?" and he will pat his head, most of the time. Knees and toes are off, so we won't be singing head, knees and toes anytime soon.

What wacky weekend for Ollie. Saturday morning, he supervised his parents painting techniques from his playpen. He must have been thoroughly distressed about our painting job because he was crying for a good portion of his time in the pen (not to be confused with penitentiary). He got his bread (popcorn) and water snack to placate his distress for a little while. This helped the painters nerves remain intact.

Eventually he was freed and went to Wal-mart with his Aunt and Uncle. He missed the entire trip because he slept through it all. The only bad thing about it was that he slept only 1 hour and was crabby when he got back. This led to the problems in the middle of the night.

He woke up about 12 and couldn't be soothed back to sleep by either of his parental units. Around 1:30 he got up to play until 3 am, when he eventually allowed us to rock him back to sleep for the remainder of the night. The next day, he was tired until the afternoon when he took his 3 hour nap! This of course threw off his schedule for the rest of the night and he didn't go to bed until about 10:30. Eventually he fell asleep in his cell with little disturbance throughout the night.

Last night he got himself back on track, but did his usual complaining about being put in his cell so early. He was released from his shackles in the car and went into the sitters without much of whimper. He toddled to freedom and only looked back to make sure he wasn't being followed.