DAY 6 - OLIVER
Even though this crazy little guy of mine is part hyena, mixed with a dash of narcissist and a sprinkle of sociopath, I still look at him when he's asleep (creepy) and wonder at the marvel that is my first child.
I never imagined when I got that positive test on Friday, April 15, 2011, that life as I knew it would be forever different. I don't think I will ever forget that moment when your whole brain shifts and you officially aren't about yourself anymore.
This almost 2 year old is spunky, feisty and everything in between. He's not much of a cuddler or snuggler, just like his mommy. He may be all daddy on the outside but he is 100% all mommy on the inside. I got the chance to take him to see The General last night (thankfully my dad was having a great night) and I realized why Oliver has been bitten at daycare 5 times. Boy DOES NOT give up when he wants something. He and my dad were playing with The General's cane and Oliver would.not.let.go. I nearly wet myself from laughter. What can I say? He knows what he wants when he wants it.
So, on Day 6, as much as he makes me completely crazy and I fluctuate between eating my feelings away and wanting to drink myself into a coma, I am so thankful I have Oliver in my life. Every day is a new day and it is truly amazing to watch him grow and learn.
|He has just discovered how much fun puddles can be|
|This just melts my cold, cold heart|
|Pretty much my children to a t|