Oliver has mastered clapping (which so far has not gotten old), and after every time he clapped, we would say, "You did it!" or "I did it!" And soon, it started to sound like HE was saying it, too. I know he doesn't know what he is saying, but seriously. I caught a little bit of it on video (but definitely not the clearest rendition).
Well? Did you hear it? Or are Tim and I like those people, as my mom puts it, "who look for Jesus in burnt toast."
Okay, yeah, and the clapping thing is just too adorable.
I also got a much better picture of Oliver's teeth - pay no attention to the acorn squash around his mouth.
One last new item is that Oliver had his first bit of chicken this weekend (which he thought was delicious). First protein! Yep! He is growing up TOO fast.







