Mickey

Ollie likes Mickey and Mickey likes Ollie. He can recognize Mickey, Minnie, Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, sometimes Eeyore and Mike (from Monsters, Inc.). He knows ducks, birds, frogs, dogs, cats, moo cow, horse and his favorite chickens. A Phone is a 'No' with a long O. Lego is eggo, waffle is wafful, juice - jooce and his favorite chocolate milk is something like chocate milk. Tons of other words and started 3 word sentences like "I see you". Of course, we always spot the "schoo bus" on the way to the sitters while Mickey sat in his chair at home.



Mickey and Ollie Share the Chair

Hail the Lego King

One of Ollie's Christmas presents was a box of Lego's. The lego fest usually starts with Ollie dumping the entire box on the floor. We build something, then Ollie tears it down. On occasion he'll try to put blocks together, but he can't because he has them facing the wrong direction. After a little help, he builds a few up, then tears them apart. Demolition is always more fun than building. In honor of his highness, we now proclaim him...

The Lego King!

Tired But Better

Ollie had problems sleeping last night from about 1 - 3. We tried bringing him into our bed, but he was just playing. So, he went back to his own bed. He howled like we had hurt him. He fell asleep for a little while then about 2, he woke up again. I took him to the couch to try and get him to sleep in there. We kicked Zoey out of her bed to lay down. He played with the blanket, then his feet, then he went back to his own bed to howl again. Finally, some time around 3 he howled again. I just moved him around in the bed and let him how until he fell back asleep. He slept all the way through what was left of the night.

This morning he woke up groggy, but not as crabby as he had been. He also didn't have mucus in his eyes. It appears we've avoided a doctors visit. I'm hoping that his teeth pushed through and that is what was causing his discomfort. We can't check of course, unless we want to be missing digits.

As his Mom said this morning, it is good preparation for the sleeplessness we will have with the new baby in June.

Relaxing

Ollie never sits in our laps for long periods of time. We know when he does that he is tired. This has happened the last 2 nights about 7:30. So he went to bed early. He has slept through both nights, but has been talking up a storm in his sleep. Every few hours he would say something in his sleep. Unfortunately for us it wakes us up, thinking he needs something. If he doesn't cry we know he's fine and will go back to sleep. It just makes us a bit groggy in the morning.

There are times he will relax for a few minutes in one position. Usually it is with a snack.



Hopefully the older he gets the more relaxing he will do. Maybe we won't have to chase him down so often, but I doubt it.

Normal

Normality has returned for Ollie. No bloody nose, just the extra mucus from his cold is still hanging around. His fighting of wiping his face is still present, even though he is trying to pull the mucus off his eyelashes. He fights tooth and nail to prevent a parental unit from cleaning mucus off him.

He's been going to bed earlier because of the cold and he is getting up in a little better mood. He still wants to be held an inordinate amount of time. This morning he stomped some of his Trix. So the bad moods and a bit of crabbiness are still present. He is back to his normal playing habits.



I think we've broken him of the table dancing. He still tries to get on top of everything and thinks it is the funniest thing in the world when he does. He knows he's doing something he shouldn't be and that produces a maniacal laugh from him. He doesn't think it is so funny when he gets his butt whipped for it. He'll keep testing us in different ways for the rest of our lives and we'll keep putting our foot down when necessary. Someday he'll get it and stop testing us, but that day isn't coming any time soon.

The Nose

With all of Ollie's sickness as of late, his nose hasn't stopped running in awhile. It doesn't help that he still likes to play with his nose and make the snot come out. At least it is occasionally easier to clean him up. It gets really nasty when he does this:



This morning however he woke up with a bloody nose because the air is so dry. Tresa and I have had them the past couple of days, so it wasn't surprising when he had one. He had a spot on his sheets from the blood and his nose was caked in dried blood. Needless to say he wasn't cooperating with us to get it all off. He had a nasty clot stuck in one nostril and Tresa cleared it out. We got it fairly well cleaned out by the time we left for work and the sitters. His nose is still draining and their was dried blood in it, so I'm sure his sitter will be cleaning it all day long. I can't wait until his cold is over, his molars are in and summer comes. It is not too much fun to fight someone to wipe their nose.

Molars, Cold, Constipation and Presents!

As our last Christmas was had, Ollie had easily tripled his present total to somewhere around 30 presents. Ollie's Grandma Vickie came in to town with toys for the little boy. Ollie opened them up, we took them out of the boxes and put them together and Ollie played with them all. Just like the other Christmas' Ollie was distracted by each new toy that he opened. He like them all.

Saturday his cold became worse. His 2 year molars made the situation worse for his sinuses. He woke up from his nap with his right eye matted in snot. Both eyes had mucus drainage for the rest of the day. Ollie was also very clingy due to the molars coming in and being a pain in the mouth. He wanted us to carry him every where. Needless to say, he wasn't happy when we set him down to do things with 2 hands. He threw fits most of the afternoon because of not being carried. He's a heavy boy. If you need a workout, just carry a 30 lb. toddler around all day, great for arms, not so great for your back.

We setup the vaporizer on Saturday night and his face appeared much better Sunday morning. We thought he might have pinkeye when he got up on Saturday, but any redness around the eye was gone Sunday morning. He did have a little bit of mucus around his eyes, but not much. However, he was worse on the clingy scale on Sunday. Nothing would make him happy other than being held all day. He ate a good Chinese lunch (Chinese buffet, he had macaroni and other American dishes) and took a nap when we got home. He awoke with Mr. Clingy in tow. Then he proceeded to throw fits all night because we wouldn't carry him around the house. He also was grabbing his butt and obviously in pain. Constipation! He had eaten cheese a couple of times over the weekend and now he was paying for it. We tricked him into drinking juice, but nothing yet. Eventually, he wore himself out from all the fit throwing and was in bed by 8:30.

Our night was just beginning. He awoke around midnight because his teeth were hurting. He got more medicine and we attempted let him sleep with us. He didn't want to lay back down, so I tried to put him on my chest. Instead, Ollie kept pinching my skin like it would come off of me! After failing to get him to lay down I took him back to his room and tried to get him to fall asleep on my shoulder. As soon as I tried to move him off my shoulder, he screamed. So, he cried himself back to sleep in about 15 minutes. This morning he was tired (we all were) and he was still fairly clingy. His cold looks to have gotten better and he off at the sitters. Hopefully, the other kids will distract him from being clingy so the sitter won't have to carry him all day.

Mr. Clingy

There is always a point in the evening when your child has been the most rotten of the lot, but they are sick, in pain and tired. They just sit in your arms and want you to take care of them and they are content for awhile. Moments like those, make the rest all worth it.

Crabby Teething Boy

The molars are still working their way in. Ollie has been extremely crabby the past 2 days. Yesterday morning he was really crabby and nothing made him happy. He had diarrhea during the day and got medicine. He was much better once he got Motrin before his bath. He was back to his normal self last night. He went to bed at 8 without a fuss. He also took a 'little person' play toy with him to bed the last 2 nights. We don't know why he is so attached to that one, but it sleeps with him.

This morning he was still crabby, but not as much. He didn't want anything, but his chocolate milk. Needless to say, he didn't get any breakfast. He was still needy and grabby. Ollie wanted to be carried all the time. With a 28 lb. toddler, he gets heavy fast. He may be bigger than that now, but it has been awhile since we've been to the doctors. He doesn't have another appointment until his 2nd b-day. If we are lucky, we won't have to visit them before then. He's a very healthy boy, but you never know.

I'm just hoping the molars come through quickly and less painfully than they have been. Then in a few years, they all will get pulled out. I don't remember the new ones being painful, but I don't remember much from that time either, maybe I just blocked it out.

He Hates

He hates things, like his winter hat being put on his head. His gloves on his hands and his new shoes. His jacket has been upgraded to the 'dislike with a passion' phase. Ollie got new tennis shoes last night because he had out grown his last pair. He didn't want to try them on, he didn't want to wear them this morning. At least he sat through breakfast with them on without a fit. Of course, his view of them was blocked by the tray, but it was as close to acceptance as he had up to that point. I'm just glad he didn't take them off in the car on the way to the sitters.

His hat and gloves are another story entirely. Like the Grinch hating Christmas, Ollie hates his hat and gloves. We keep them in the car because he runs from the sight of them. At least once he's strapped into his chair in the car, we have a captive child to finish dressing. It doesn't help much because he fights you all the way and takes them off as soon as you put them on. We are lucky to get him from the car to the sitters with everything still on. As soon as we get in the door, everything comes off.

He likes the wind in his face and watching the smoke from your breath. So far, he hasn't had to find out if he likes frostbite, but if he keeps this battle up, he just might.

Snot

With the cold temperatures, Ollie's teething and possible cold, he has had a lot of SNOT! We are constantly wiping his face to his cries of "no, no, no". All the while he shakes his head to get away from the dreaded Kleenex.

A recent development has become a new favorite snot-producing activity. He squishes up his nose and blows his snot out of his nose, then when it gets to his mouth, tastes it. It is always a race between snot speed and parental wiping to see who wins.

He also holds his nose by either pinching it with his fingers or the preferred method, shoving fingers up it. Then he either wipes the snot on something because it is gross (he doesn't like his hands to have stuff on them) or puts it on his food and eats it. We are so pleased to have taught him such fine etiquette.

We should have pictures back tomorrow, so I'll try to scan them in soon. In the meantime, just point your finger up your nose, laugh maniacally and you can give others the experience of Ollie.