And Baby Makes 3

We found out yesterday that we are having a boy! Elijah is doing fine and kicking all around. Ollie seems pleased to have a brother; he has finally come to the realization that the baby is going to bug him and Tori regardless of its sex. Tori doesn't really have a clue what is going on. She continues to pat my belly and go about her way. Everyone says poor Tori, but not to worry. She is bossy and will be keeping both of her brothers in line. She will also be spoiled rotten as the only girl.

Shake!

Every time we go to Maid-Rite, Ollie has to have a strawberry shake. Not just the tiny kid sized shake, but a large adult size. He usually drinks more of the shake than he eats of his meal. He loves shakes, ice cream, whipped cream and cherries as much as his dad! He is even nice enough to share with his sister. They put 2 straws in and drink from the shake at the same time. Its pretty cute.

The other night, I got the idea to make shakes for the kids in the blender. Last time I tried that, Ollie wanted nothing to do with it. This time was different. He couldn't wait to start making the shake. We put in strawberry ice cream, strawberry syrup, real strawberries and milk. We could've put in strawberry milk, but it may have been overkill. Ollie and Tori got there stools and each took turns putting in the ingredients. Then Ollie hit the mix button and the fun began. They got excited while it was chopping everything up.

Once it was done, I poured there glasses. Ollie finished full glasses in seconds. He loved it and if he wasn't full, he would've had more. He like it so much he asked for the left-overs 2 days later. Too bad you can't keep a shake around. It just means we'll have to make more!

Easter Is Coming

And Ollie's wish list is a mile long. No doubt he will ditch all of the little stuff and go straight for his big gift. THis, of course, will take place after Friday's egg coloring fiasco. Ollie has all of the colors worked out in his little mind, He has been learning color combinations for months now. Too bad the dyes won't mix exactly as he thinks they should. Should be fun!

Forget About This Day

For some peculiar reason, Ollie did not like the thought of having to wear a green shirt today. In fact, he got upset about it until his dad promised to get out his football shirt for him to wear today. Well, Dad forgot and I found Ollie hiding behind the recliner with face pressed flat on the floor and tear running down his cheeks. Huts had given him a plain green shirt to wear, and when I presented the other options, he continued to cry and wishes he could make this day go away. I still don't know what all of the fuss was about, but Ollie managed to get his act together before we left for work.

Change is Good

That's Ollie's new philosophy these days, and it's a good thing since we sold the pool table last night. He enjoyed playing in the big open space. He is also enjoying the new big-screen TV. He didn't want to have anything to do with it, but when he saw Sponge Bob, that was it. He got disappointed when Teen Nick came on and he had to go upstairs to watch the digital channels. Tori is also mesmerized with the new TV and the big space to run through. Anyway, Ollie says that we can now make changes around the house.

Grandma Who?

In a few weeks, Sharon our sitter is going on vacation to see her new grandson. My mom is coming up to stay with the kids. Ollie keeps getting confused as to which grandma is coming up, and every time I tell him Grandma Vickie, he demands to know about the third grandma. I keep thinking it's Tip, but when I mention her, he says no, the other one. I know he can't be talking about my dad's mother, so I am not sure who this third grandma is. It isn't Grandma Marie, he assures me. Who it is I don't know. She must be the mystery grandma.

Tori, Tori

That's all Ollie kept yelling last night. He was a motormouth, and so was his sister. Nonstop chatter from the moment they got into the car. When we got home, Ollie put away his blocks, pulled out his Power Rangers and spun some yarns for me. Than, when his sister got home from the grocery store, he plied her and his dad with stories. The two chatted with each other and with us all night long. It got so loud at one point that Huts and I had to shush them. They were so quiet at dinner, and then, boom. The talkin' started.

The Best Brother Ever

We went to a '50s diner the other day, and Ollie had a milkshake. For some reason, he was being extra nice that day and fed his sister the cherry. Then he put another straw in his milkshake and the two drank it together. He also fed her a strawberry that was in it. I wished I had a camera, so you could see their two heads together as they sucked on the straws. So cute.

Change Not Necessary

The TV in our living room is on its way out--too many color changes from blue to green to gray. Huts would like a larger TV, but Ollie has another opinion. He is afraid of large TVs and says we may only buy one if we change everything back to the way it used to be. We moved the cactus in the kitchen, got a different table for the TV and added a sofa table in the living room. I also moved around a couple of other things. Well, that has just been too much for Ollie, and he wants everything back the way it once was. Things look way too different to him. Boy, is he gonna be sad when the new TV comes in and the old stand goes upstairs. That should really flip him out since the family room is his domain.

Scrunched Up Hands

Ollie's knuckles are raw from constantly washing his hands. He is obsessive with washing his hands. Can't touch his underwear without washing his hands or eat gooey food in fear of getting his hands messy. Another phase. Because his knuckles are so raw, he has been clinching his fingers and walking around with scrunched up hands. He looks silly, and when I ask him about it, he gives me a sly smile and giggles. He already knows how to push my buttons.