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Per Google Translate, the above title in English is, "I hate tummy time." You would think after 8 months Oliver would understand that if he kept his knees under him, he would get moving! As of late, here is typical tummy time.

Oliver up on his hands, and kicks his feet. We attempt to hold up his belly to get his knees under him, but, no dice.

After a few minutes of this, Oliver knows the maneuver to escape tummy time - rolling to his back!

Oliver is now kicking and throwing his hands around, excited that he is done!

Mommy has been defeated again.

And although tummy time is protested greatly, he loves to stand and pull (sometimes tries to) himself up. Last night, he was doing it on the sides of his crib.

8 months today!

Per the request of Tim, I'm giving little O a shout-out today because he has been around for eight months!

The little guy on the left, duh! He's hanging out with G'Gpa at his house. And even though 8 months is a long time, he was in my belly longer than that! Ha!

Tongues and pancakes

Saturday, both Tim and I had to work, so my Dad and Jana were happy to spend all day with the little man! From the report I heard, he got to go visit his Great-Grandma and then up to Uncle Jim's and Aunt Ali's place. He was a very busy little man who was well behaved. :-)

I swear, Oliver MUST be getting some kind of teeth soon (this is the longest buildup ever). He has taken to drooling through a bib an hour, and constantly has his tongue out! He's checking out the humidifier here... because just like his Daddy, he loves them.

He felt like showing his Nittany Lion pride (per Tim, he will be a future Penn State Alum)

Look at that tongue! He's like a frog catchin' flies! Even on this previous post, Oliver's tongue is in full force.

Later that day, Tim, Oliver, and I went up to the Original Pancake House to get a late brunch in. Oliver was busy checking out my food, so I gave him a bit of my pancake (don't worry, no syrup was on these bad boys).

I do believe this is the first time he has successfully fed himself! Yeay! Next stop: porterhouse steak.

Here's a quick tip for the day:

When you are a doctor, and you have kept your patient waiting for almost two hours (yes, HOURS), and the patient has been waiting about half that time in nothing but a hospital gown, in a cold room, with no magazines, and the patient hasn't eaten or drank anything in 18 hours, do not ask:

"Would you like to reschedule?"

Because really, they do not want to reschedule. They'd rather that you hurry up so they can get some food in the belly.

I hope the radiology department at Swedish gets this message. ;-)

All I wanted to do was see this sweet guy's little face:

Seahawks, birthdays, and snuggles, oh my!

Saturday was nothing to write home about, but Sunday is worthy of a blog post. Tim went down to Travis' to have some man-time, so Oliver and I had some of our own good time. We watched some of the Seahawks game, but turned it off when it was 28 -3 (because really, who wants to watch more of that?). Oliver loves holding the remote... just like a man.

Later that day, my mom (TTC), grandpa (G'Gpa), Jim and Ali (Uncle Jim and Aunt Ali) and one month old Chelsea (Miss Chelsea, Chelsea pants, etc) came over for dinner to have an early birthday celebration for my mom. I was surprised that I caught them all off-guard with the below photo - they didn't even know I took it! Sunday dinner has really changed from a sit down dinner, to a "grab a bite, entertain a baby" dinner. Oliver saw us eating and demanded a little something for himself.

After dinner, Oliver and Chelsea hung out... it quickly escalated to a cuteness explosion. I had said, "Boy, this is SO cute, it makes me want to have another." To which Tim replied, "YEAAAAAAYYYY!!!" Before you go pre-order new baby stuff, I am NOT having another one anytime soon. If I can help it. Two under two is not what I'm going for.

Onto the cuteness... this one is funny because you can see my mom's phone in it... so much documentation of the loveliness.

We then sat Oliver up and held Chelsea up next to him... he was being SO gentle and sweet. He was gently rubbing his face on her face, and smiling. At this point, he had quite the audience and we were all "OOOHS" and "AAAHS" about it.

Lastly, a video of this. ::warning, warning:: Oliver's love for his cousin is already showing. He is just a loving little man! SO PROUD of him!

"Wide eyes" Oliver

I just downloaded (or uploaded?) some photos from the camera and came across this one from Monday... I have been laughing hysterically for a good 10 minutes.

Oliver and Miss Chelsea!

My brother and S-I-L went on a date night last night - lucky dogs - and had dropped their little angel at my place. My mom was at my house so we took turns playing with Oliver and holding Chelsea. I had forgotten already how small little babies were! She is a month old. She was making a lot of noises while she was sleeping - this was quickly silenced once I swaddled her up like a baby burrito.

Here is a bit of last night.

You may have noticed that Oliver has taken to holding onto the jumperoo pole. He only needs just about an inch off the ground, and then he can pull the rest of him up. Oliver says, "Mom, you are gonna be in big trouble!" His face when he does it is so funny. He first looks so determined, and then a look of satisfaction when he is in full standing mode.

Another side note - Oliver had kiwi last night for the first time and loved it! Mr. Oliver loves all the food that I've prepared for him so far (with the exception of carrots... really?). What a happy boy.