Dearest Oliver,
You are almost 13 months old now. I get inspired to write to you at the most random of times, and so there's been a bit of a gap in posting (I wanted to do something for your birthday). You still aren't walking yet, which has me somewhat concerned as you should be at least trying to by now. Though you were slow to sit and once you trusted yourself you blossomed rather quickly, so I am hoping the same thing happens with walking. You have taken your first step though, at your baby sitter Meaghan's house...so it doesn't count, right? I feel so bad for having missed such a milestone in your life, however one off. You still lack the confidence to stand on your own, though you have all the skills. Once you feel sure in that, I'm sure walking will be quick to follow.
Currently your vocabulary is expanding, and you're up to saying: da, ma, good, yeah, yes, this, & that. Often times this is accompanied by you pointing or reaching towards something as well. So amazing to see all your gears at work.
You've figured out how phones work, and have a play one you hold up to your head and we pass it back and forth. If I say "hello" in a sing-songy voice you'll put whatever toy you have up to your head as well - which is pretty much the most adorable thing I've ever seen (you did this last night with a toy cat).
Right now my favorite book to read to you is "Llama Llama Red Pajama", and you have started getting into the story - pointing at the book, making talking noises and reacting to the story. I love it, and I'm sure we'll keep reading it over and over in the future.
Your first birthday was a pretty good success. We had all the family over, and made a big batch of peach dumplings (turns out though you don't like peaches!). Your aunt Niki made you a big minion smash cake (from the movie Despicable Me), and lots of minion cupcakes for everyone else. You got lots of clothes, a few toys, and some household things (like baby monitors, high chair, etc). Though your favorite thing was a balloon I picked up at the Dollar Store. Figures, of course. You were very skeptical of your cake at first, and I had to help you get into it, but once you did you had a mess in no time.
It seems like your dad is getting better adjusted to you now, and will pick you up and play with you. He told you 'no' and you started crying and it hurt his feelings. I think he's going to end up being a softy - even if only in private.
I guess that's about it for now, you're learning and growing and changing more and more every day. I can't wait to see what the next year holds.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Dearest Oliver,
At just over 10 months old you are keeping me so busy I haven't had the chance to write to you! You are constantly on the move, exploring your environment and everything in it. You're a giggly, babbly, bundle of energy and it's hard to get you to sit still for a second. I will probably tell you something different when you ask growing up what your first word was, because it was "yeah". Clearly identifiable and with recognition, "yeah". I suppose your dad and I said "Oh yeah?" to your incoherent (to us) babbling too many times. You also now occasionally say "dada" and every once in a great while I can get you to utter a "mama". Pretty much though, as far as recognizable speech from you goes, it's all "yeah"s or "good"s.
You cut a new tooth recently, which brings you to seven now! I don't know how such a simple thing means so much, but it's like each time one pops through I realize you're a little bit older, a little bit closer to becoming a toddler, and a little further away from being my baby. Though, I suppose you'll always be that.
With all those teeth you're working on eating solid foods, and have started taking an interest in feeding yourself. You love your little puff snacks, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy your first taste of eggs yesterday! You are a champion eater, and have only really turned away from one food thus far, ham lunch meat. I think because it is so salty on its own. Other than that you have no issue plowing through any fruit, veggie, or protein I've thrown at you. Which is a good thing! I hope you carry on that same easy adventurism through your adult culinary experiences.
Your personality is starting to really shine through, so it should be a fun ride these next seventeen years or so! You are strong willed, stubborn, and you laugh when I tell you "no". I hope that is one you grow out of sooner rather than later. Your grandmother says you're just like me when I was little, and apparently I was quite the hellion when I set my mind to it. I guess it's my just desserts then, part of the circle of life.
I lost my job a few weeks ago and I have enjoyed getting to be your mom all day, every day. I am going to work even harder to make sure that when I do go back to work, it is to work towards something. To being your mom full-time. I can't imagine a more rewarding or challenging job. You pull my hair, you hit me in the face, and I'm pretty sure I'm your favorite jungle gym. But you're also sweet, and cuddly sometimes, and that beautiful smile on your face when you see me each morning makes it all worth it. You might be a handful, but you're my handful, and that makes it all okay.
I love you kiddo,
Mom
At just over 10 months old you are keeping me so busy I haven't had the chance to write to you! You are constantly on the move, exploring your environment and everything in it. You're a giggly, babbly, bundle of energy and it's hard to get you to sit still for a second. I will probably tell you something different when you ask growing up what your first word was, because it was "yeah". Clearly identifiable and with recognition, "yeah". I suppose your dad and I said "Oh yeah?" to your incoherent (to us) babbling too many times. You also now occasionally say "dada" and every once in a great while I can get you to utter a "mama". Pretty much though, as far as recognizable speech from you goes, it's all "yeah"s or "good"s.
You cut a new tooth recently, which brings you to seven now! I don't know how such a simple thing means so much, but it's like each time one pops through I realize you're a little bit older, a little bit closer to becoming a toddler, and a little further away from being my baby. Though, I suppose you'll always be that.
With all those teeth you're working on eating solid foods, and have started taking an interest in feeding yourself. You love your little puff snacks, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy your first taste of eggs yesterday! You are a champion eater, and have only really turned away from one food thus far, ham lunch meat. I think because it is so salty on its own. Other than that you have no issue plowing through any fruit, veggie, or protein I've thrown at you. Which is a good thing! I hope you carry on that same easy adventurism through your adult culinary experiences.
Your personality is starting to really shine through, so it should be a fun ride these next seventeen years or so! You are strong willed, stubborn, and you laugh when I tell you "no". I hope that is one you grow out of sooner rather than later. Your grandmother says you're just like me when I was little, and apparently I was quite the hellion when I set my mind to it. I guess it's my just desserts then, part of the circle of life.
I lost my job a few weeks ago and I have enjoyed getting to be your mom all day, every day. I am going to work even harder to make sure that when I do go back to work, it is to work towards something. To being your mom full-time. I can't imagine a more rewarding or challenging job. You pull my hair, you hit me in the face, and I'm pretty sure I'm your favorite jungle gym. But you're also sweet, and cuddly sometimes, and that beautiful smile on your face when you see me each morning makes it all worth it. You might be a handful, but you're my handful, and that makes it all okay.
I love you kiddo,
Mom
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Dearest Oliver,
Today marks the sixth month anniversary of your birth. It is unbelievable how quickly time turns the page. You went from a tiny quiet bundle to arms and legs and feet and so. much. noise. Good noise though. Talking, babbling - laughter. So much laughter! It's something spectacular to wake up in the morning and say hello to you and have you giggle in response. You've accomplished so, so many things in just these past few weeks. Crawling...just a tiny, tiny bit... and standing on your own...well you went from sitting on my leg so it wasn't totally on your own, but still! You find bath time entertaining I think, instead of dreadful. You've eaten so much rice cereal - and have started venturing out into other foods as well, though you seem to be hesitant to new flavors, but I suppose I would be too if everything I'd eaten my whole life was paste and someone threw a banana at me!
I can't even believe you are mine some times. The fact that I brought you into the world is such an amazing thing. You become more and more solidified in your humanity every day.
It's curious to me, how you interact with the world. Sometimes you are shameless, grinning and talking to whoever will listen - like our server at an Indian restaurant the other night that had me jealous by how captivated you were with him. Other times you are my bashful baby and will grin and hide your face when approached by a stranger. Both bring delight and adoration from all those around you.
It must be hard, being so little, though I suppose you don't know anything else. Every food you try is a new one, you can't communicate effectively, your body in its very nature is against you. Constantly growing at rapid rates, teeth bursting through your gums, such a sensitive stomach. You seem to be handling the punches rather well. You had a bit of a stomach bug the past few days and while it would have made me a grouch you were still all smiles. I can't get enough of that smile! I hope that as you become a toddler, a gradeschooler, a teenager and beyond that you continue to smile and laugh with as much carelessness and abandon as you do now. Laughter truly is medicine for the soul and I believe, through your laughter, you might just be over dosing mine.
On this day, as on all days, I love you my monkey, my Ol.
Love,
Mom
Today marks the sixth month anniversary of your birth. It is unbelievable how quickly time turns the page. You went from a tiny quiet bundle to arms and legs and feet and so. much. noise. Good noise though. Talking, babbling - laughter. So much laughter! It's something spectacular to wake up in the morning and say hello to you and have you giggle in response. You've accomplished so, so many things in just these past few weeks. Crawling...just a tiny, tiny bit... and standing on your own...well you went from sitting on my leg so it wasn't totally on your own, but still! You find bath time entertaining I think, instead of dreadful. You've eaten so much rice cereal - and have started venturing out into other foods as well, though you seem to be hesitant to new flavors, but I suppose I would be too if everything I'd eaten my whole life was paste and someone threw a banana at me!
I can't even believe you are mine some times. The fact that I brought you into the world is such an amazing thing. You become more and more solidified in your humanity every day.
It's curious to me, how you interact with the world. Sometimes you are shameless, grinning and talking to whoever will listen - like our server at an Indian restaurant the other night that had me jealous by how captivated you were with him. Other times you are my bashful baby and will grin and hide your face when approached by a stranger. Both bring delight and adoration from all those around you.
It must be hard, being so little, though I suppose you don't know anything else. Every food you try is a new one, you can't communicate effectively, your body in its very nature is against you. Constantly growing at rapid rates, teeth bursting through your gums, such a sensitive stomach. You seem to be handling the punches rather well. You had a bit of a stomach bug the past few days and while it would have made me a grouch you were still all smiles. I can't get enough of that smile! I hope that as you become a toddler, a gradeschooler, a teenager and beyond that you continue to smile and laugh with as much carelessness and abandon as you do now. Laughter truly is medicine for the soul and I believe, through your laughter, you might just be over dosing mine.
On this day, as on all days, I love you my monkey, my Ol.
Love,
Mom
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