Do you see what I see?

Do you see something different about this little guy?

 

No?  Let's zoom in a bit.  On the mouth.

 

 Okay, so it isn't much, but there is a tooth!  Yeah!  Oliver says, "Oh yeah!"

Alright! 

A much needed margarita

I will not bore you with minor details as to just how long it's been since I've had a delicious margarita, but last night, Tim and I went to dinner at the Santa Fe Cafe (thanks to groupon, this meal was not quite as pricey!).  If you are looking for a perfect margarita, this is the place.  And it was Margarita Wednesday (shouldn't EVERY Wednesday be Margarita Wednesday?), so all of them were $2 off!

A little dark, from my phone, here I am finishing up my second Cadillac margarita.   



This came after a long day of this guy (also from my phone, sorry):

Oliver's cold meant that he could not go to the home daycare (he goes Wednesdays and Thursdays), so I stayed home and hung out with him all day.  We ran a few errands, including picking him up a new board book.  I picked up one that looked very familiar.  I read the first page, "I am a bunny.  My name is Nicholas.  I live in a hollow tree."  I thought, OMG, FLASHBACK!  This book was a staple during the nighttime routine.  Oliver already loves the book!

The jam packed weekend!

Yes friends and family, two blog posts in one day!  Little man and I went down to Dad and Jana's on Saturday.  Of course, I forgot my camera!  Ugh!  This is why I need a little skinny camera to leave in my purse.  Oliver had a wonderful time giving big smiles and giggles to Dad and Jana.  Dad was nice enough to take me grocery shopping (thank you again!), while Jana rocked little man to sleep.  We visited some more while Oliver took a nap. 

Saturday evening we hung out with some friends at Andrew and Terrell's pad, but left a little before 9:00 to get little O to bed.  My, how our outings have changed! 

Sunday, Tim, Mom, Oliver, and I went to Bainbridge Island to visit Kurt (long-time family friend) and his partner Britton.  That's correct, Oliver's first ferry ride! 

It was super cold out, so we busted out his "snow suit."  No flippy-floppies for him.

The Tacoma was a mighty vessel and got us safely to the other side.  Once on the island, it was just a short hop, skip, and jump to Kurt and Britton's place.  They had a few bites for us, and had a faux log on the fire.  I really could have stayed all day.  Very peaceful and relaxing.  Oliver thought so - he took a very LOUD nap there.  Oh, I forgot to mention, he is getting another cold, so he was coughing and all boggery (if that is a word) all day.  What a little cutie, even with snot running down his face! 

It was a very busy weekend!  I didn't get very much housework done, but made it for it in all the people we got to visit.  I love my life right now!

Bonus video!  

Distant cousins

Thursday, we went to my Aunt Eleanor's funeral. She lived a long 85 years. It was interesting to hear that she and my Uncle Sol met when they were just 15, and waited to get married about 7 years later. After the funeral, Tim and I picked up Oliver, and then went to my Uncle's place where then men were finishing up prayers and blessings for the first day of sitting shiva.  Here she is with my Uncle Sol, back in June 2009 when my cousin Kelly got married.

Afterwards, we visited a bit with some distant relatives (I called this game, "How are we related?"). My second cousin, Kelly, came up (Aunt Eleanor's granddaughter), as well as her parents, Beau and Debbie. It was nice to hear from them, and of course, little O was a HUGE hit. My cousins loved holding him and playing with him. Thanks to the miracle of the internet, I was able to figure out that Kelly would be Oliver's 2nd cousin, once removed, and Beau would be 1st cousin, twice removed. Thank you, interwebz!

Oliver hanging with his cousin, Kelly

Kelly, Debbie, and Chelsea

It was good to see them.  The family on my mom's side is very small, so even though they are distant cousins, they definitely feel a lot closer!

My favorite photo while they were here, however, is when G'Gpa is holding Chelsea and Oliver gives him this look, like, "Excuse me, why aren't you holding me?"  G'Gpa is just eating it up.   

You tell him, little man!

Je déteste le ventre.

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.