New Job

Careers choices have become diverse for Ollie. With his blue hair and ability to move around in a funny manner he could easily become a clown. He has started trying out wardrobe for this high-profile career. He started out by checking out the shoes and was so fascinated with them, he hasn't progressed past that point. No make-up, no baggy pants, no squirting flower, just shoes.

To other clowns, these shoes may appear to be normal shoes, but not for Ollie's size. These are the big floppy shoes that are very difficult to walk in. He prods along at a slower pace when he is wearing clown shoes. The only major drawback is that they aren't as colorful as real clown shoes.



I suppose if clowning doesn't work out he could just collect shoes like Imelda Marcos. Of course her shoes weren't very much like clown shoes.

Blue Era

Ollie has entered his 'Blue' era. His fascination with the color has grown recently, but I think this is mostly due to him now having blue hair.



How did he get blue hair you ask? Did he dip his head in the blue toilet water? Did he dump a blue paint bucket on his head? It is a lot less complicated than that. He got his hair sprayed blue. His aunt had hair color left over from last Halloween, so Ollie got to try it on his head for good measure. If only we had blue body paint.

Vampire Chronicles

The vampire in Ollie has awoken. He is starting to get his eye teeth. These seem to be coming in very slowly. So far only 1 has made its way through his gums and it hasn't made it very far. Consequently, Ollie has been a bit more crabby than usual during the evenings until he gets his motrin for the pain. Once that stuff kicks in he has no toddles off to play.

The other night, he didn't get his medicine soon enough and he tried to bite my collar bone. He got a whipping for biting and cried for a few minutes. Not long after that he was given his medicine. Of course giving him his medicine has become a game in itself. He'll run circles around the couch while I chase him until he stops and takes his medicine. He likes to be chased, but it always occurs when his medicine comes out.

After his medicine he is happier and usually plays for a few more hours until he goes to sleep. His bedtime has been getting later as of late. This week he seems to be staying up an hour later and still getting up rather happily. He still has his grumpy days, like his father, but overall he is up and ready to go. He is a morning person like his momma.

The Kisses and The Fives

Kisses and Fives were the order of the weekend. We asked for them and Ollie gave them. These were your typical toddler kiss, very slobbery. He would go back and forth between me and his momma kissing each of us. Sometimes it turned into a headbutt because he got so excited. No damage was done to any of us, but Ollie had fun.

Fives were handed (no pun intended) around this weekend. Ollie gave us a lot of fives. As with the kisses, it would start out with 1 hand. Then Ollie would give you ten, he proceeded to moving up and down while doing it and ended up so excited he jumped on us!

He seemed to catch on quickly with both ideas, he hasn't stopped since. Now if we can get him to do the things he supposed to do with ease.

Normal Breakfast?

This morning Ollie didn't want his regular breakfast. He got a few unconventional things for breakfast...Kit Kat's and Hot Dogs! He got the whole Kit Kat in his mouth, partially chewed and spit the chocolate onto the tile. It splattered onto the floor. Apparently, it also splattered onto me. I didn't realize it until I got to work, so as I type this I have chocolate spots on my shirt and pants. It isn't extremely noticeable.

The Hot Dog was a 2 try meal. The first bite Ollie had, he chewed, took it out of his mouth and threw it in the sink. At least he was being courteous by throwing into he sink instead of the floor. Yes, he is tall enough to reach the sink with his arms fully stretched. His next bite ended similar fashion as the chocolate. Half-chewed and spit on the floor. It was picked up quickly, but not quick enough. Ollie found a piece of his spit out Hot Dog, picked it up and ate it. Yum, half-chewed, spit out, germ infested hot dog. Sounds like a great meal to me. Ollie didn't mind.

4:30

We've all been up since 4:30. Something woke Ollie up and he didn't go back to sleep as usual. We got him up, changed him and gave him medicine for his teething. Back to bed he went. He got in bed and let out a banshee wail. I turned the monitor off so it wouldn't pierce our ears. He quieted down. The monitor was turned back on. He shuffled around, we heard it, he whimpered, we heard it, he talked, we heard it, he quieted, we heard nothing. Then the cycle started again. At about 5:30 we gave up and got him up for the day.

He played in our room with his Mom's makeup, hair dryer and the vacuum cleaner. He also made sure we took our showers and brushed our teeth. After his breakfast he started getting crabby from getting up so early. A crabby kid will definitely try any parents nerves. We eventually left the house for the day and Ollie got a nap all the way into the sitter's house and onto the couch, where he woke up and screamed like a banshee. He is not good after he has been woken up, but I'm no morning person either.

Agony of De Teef

Yesterday was a miserable day for Ollie. He woke up fairly happy and raring to go. His afternoon turned the day into a painful one. More teeth were pushing their way through the surface of his gums. He spent most of the day being consoled by his sitter. Medicine helped a little bit at her house. By the time I arrived to pick him up for the day, he was very sore, tired and cranky. Not that I wouldn't be cranky if a sharp, piercing tooth was pushing through my gums.

His ride home wasn't too bad, but that was because he took a nap. We put him to bed when we got home and he slept until about 6. When he got up he was still in pain, so it was Motrin to the rescue. A little while later he was back to his normal self. He had various snacks for dinner since he didn't eat when he got up and played until almost 10:30.

I awoke this morning surprised that he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night. I was expecting a howl wake-up call like we had the previous night. Ollie was ready to go once he got up. When we got to the sitter's this morning he happily toddled away, ready for another day of play.

Going Up

When we have gone to the mall in the past we have used the elevators to go from one floor to the other because of the stroller. The last couple of trips to the mall, we've been carrying Ollie and using the escalator.

The first time going up and escalator he started by looking around a bit confused. About half way up he got excited, smiled and screamed with delight. The next time we went down an escalator, he had to be part of the ride. At first he grabbed for the rail, but as soon as he touched it he wanted to be on the escalator. He stood on the escalator all the way down while peering through the glass on the side. He put his hand on the glass to feel it moving all the way down. He attempted to step off, but started way too early and I picked him up to get off.

The trip back up was just as fun for Ollie. At first he turned around and tried to sit down, but decided that wasn't what he wanted to do. He faced the bottom of the up going stairs for most of the trip. Near the top he turned and took a step up and his mom had to take a step to make sure he didn't fall when it was time to get off. He was picked up for his step off the escalator as well. He just isn't coordinated enough to step off an escalator.

Later that evening we went to the bookstore. Ollie had fun playing in the children's area. He loved the train set and the steps up to a reading area. When we went to check out, he was being a bit unruly. The female cashier handed him his book in a bag. He made eye contact with her, tucked his chin into his chest and smiled the biggest grin in his life. He took the bag and we made our way out. He is the biggest, shy flirt in the history of toddlers.

Another Day

We are lucky to have a really healthy happy baby. Another baby at the sitter's got his shots yesterday. He was fine in the morning, but when I arrived to pick Ollie up, he was howling at the top of his lungs. The shots did him no favors. The biggest reaction Ollie had from shots was a 10 minute howling session after being poked and maybe a slight fever. I'm glad the only major illnesses have been the flu last year and his gastric. Yep, that's the worst disease he's had. Lucky indeed.

On another day when I picked Ollie up from the sitter's he wasn't ready to go. I sat down with him and put his shoes and jacket on him. I then stood him up so we could go home for the day. As soon as he got on his feet he took off for the door. He reached the door before I could get up. Either I'm really slow or he was ready to leave.

He is near to running (not good for us) and walking backwards. He usually gets going backwards then trips over something because he doesn't look where he is going. He is also learning words easier and understanding simple commands like 'take this to your mom'. He doesn't always follow them, but he wouldn't be our son if he wasn't stubborn. He is well on his way to his language explosion that is supposed to occur in the next 6 months. I just hope we don't get talked to death.

Zoo Trip

This past weekend Ollie went to the zoo. He enjoyed it more this time around. The Meerkat's where his favorite because they were the most active. He just stared at them as they ran around, dug and played with each other. The Sea Lions and monkeys were fairly active, but not as much as the meerkats. Anything that moved seemed to keep his attention. The lazy animals were of no interest. He did watch the lions laze around for awhile. They would move there head enough to keep his attention. The camels were up against the fence, Ollie got a good look at them. He also got a good look at one of them pooping!

Ollie loves to feed our cats by hand, since they are afraid of him, they don't eat out of his hand. This wasn't the case for the llamas and the goats. Ollie got plenty of llama slurps and goat saliva to last him quite awhile. He wasn't afraid of them like he was last time. They ate right out of his hand and he thought it was funny. I guess a llama tongue all over your hand is funny, in a gross way.

After the zoo we went over to the swings. After 20 minutes and 3 different swings we had to pry Ollie off of them. He would probably live on a swing if we let him. After the zoo we headed home and made spaghetti for dinner. Ollie loves it, but has a hard time getting the noodles to stay in his mouth. He gets a handful, shoves it in and is lucky if half of it stays in his mouth. The rest ends up on his clothes or on the tray. Sometimes he'll slurp a noodle to eat it. He can never seem to get enough spaghetti. The meatballs and bread, he could do without. I'm just glad he likes almost everything he eats. Hopefully he won't be too picky of an eater later on in life.