13 months old!

one. year. old.

Mr. Oliver Fox, We made it! All of us survived your very first birthday. It was great--your grandma and great-grandma were here (travel plans foiled your Uncle Alex & grandpa coming in) and we had a low key little party over at our new house. You literally opened presents intermittently all day long. You got quite the bounty, if I may say so. You tried a little cupcake, and then shuddered, and then launched it, so maybe you don't have such a sweet tooth after all? This month has seen you be braver and braver. You are positively going to walk any day now. If you are standing up and we call you to come over from a short distance away, you think about taking a step before you plop down and crawl over. You crawl at the speed of the wind nowadays! You have figured out how to climb down off the bed and sofa. Anything is a jungle gym to you and you hate sitting still. Still an everyday struggle with diaper changing time, and you love running around naked. You've been doing great in the high chair, but not so much progress when it comes to your crib. We're working on it (or are we? :) ). You've been trying new foods, and we've had some hits and some misses. You are still a huge fan of your HappyBaby food, and if all else fails, I know I can always get you to eat that. You had a pretty nasty reaction to eggs earlier this month, as well as some richer foods, and certain dairy. (For example, the milkshake you are sampling here with Daddy wasn't nearly as fun coming up as it was going down.) Here's hoping it was a fluke. You do really like Greek yogurt (we couldn't get it on the spoon fast enough) and Cheerios. You know which packages your biscuits and crackers are in, and if I leave them in the diaper bag, sometimes you and Russell help yourselves to a little feast.

I can't wait to get your measurements at this week's doctor's appointment. You are definitely a big boy now, and I think they are going to be thrilled with your development. You seem to connect Dada with Daddy, and you know what no means, but don't always care. You are very observant and mimic what we do, to the point where I worry that our baby-proofing is going to have a very short shelf life. You like board books, but your favorite toys are what you are not supposed to have: remotes, cell phones, any electronics with lights. You love music and playing with the ever-patient Russell. You know where other people's noses are and can wag your finger No no no. You like to say "Dis" and "Dat," which I assume is this and that, since we always ask you "What is that?" or "Look at this!"

I guess this is the sappy wrap-up. I know I didn't keep up with documenting all the fun stuff we did this month (like go to your first Cavs game, for instance) but with moving, and your birthday preparations and chasing you everywhere and being busy around the house, time just slippe away from me. That's kind of how this whole year felt--just where did it go? I can't believe one year ago today, we were still in the hospital with you! I can't believe you weren't even 24 hours old! I can't believe you still had that long cone head! And dark brown hair! And couldn't do anything on your own! Now you want to do EVERYTHING on your own! Oh, Olly, we love you so so much. You are literally the best thing that has ever happened to my life. You give me a reason to push forward, and improve myself, and be a role model. You are a great little person and my love for you has made me understand so many other things.

I cannot wait for all the rest of the fun and adventures we will have as a family, and look forward to discovering things with you.

Happy birthday, sweet boy.

Love, mama.

p. s.

I would also like to add that after a very crabby, semi-stressful day of moving preparations and a way-too-short nap, you totally cheered me up by eating like a total champ out of your new squeezy spoon and then had an absolute ball splashing as hard as you could in the bath tub and cracking yourself up. Thank you for that, sweet boy. You are a little life saver.

eleven months.

Dear Mr. Oliver,

As of yesterday, you are eleven months old. Next month at this time, you will be one. (I'm hyperventilating a little over here.) I struggle to figure out where the last year has gone. You are getting so big and so brave and so much like a little boy instead of a baby that I can hardly stand it.

Yesterday we went to drop some things off at the new house and you crawled all around like a regular boy (on all fours instead of the crab crawl). You have been standing up on your own lately, if even just for a few seconds, and walking all over the place while holding onto furniture. You clap and dance and wave your fists when music is playing, or a commercial is on, or when we sing. You have taken to screaming when you don't get your way, whether we have taken something away from you, or you are having trouble getting something, or even if Daddy and I hug! You are very protective of your Mama!

You are getting so much hair! It is definitely coming in curly in the back and you have a funny Conan O'Brien swoop in the front. Who knows how tall you are or how much you weigh until we go to the doctor next month, but you are in 12-18 month clothes, holy cow! You are still in size 4 diapers, but you sure do hate having your diaper changed.

You are eating more like a big boy, too. You eat some grown-up food like scrambled eggs and bread and fruits, but have also started getting more accustomed to baby food too. You seem to like this brand, HappyBaby, which you can drink right out of the pouch without too much of a mess. You have gotten strong enough to escape the Bumbo, so we are going to start up with the high chair again at the new house.

Speaking of changes once we get to the new house: you are going to start sleeping in your crib once we move. I am dreading dreading dreading this, because I know we are going to have some rough nights, and also because I will miss cuddling with you! But if we don't make the switch now, you are going to be a 14 year old weirdo sleeping in our bed. I think that you will probably get the hang of it quicker than I will. You are smart and resilient. Plus, I think you will like having a room all to yourself.

That's about it, big man. You are learning new things every day and getting bigger and cuter and smarter. I can't believe you have been with us for almost a year, and what a year it has been! You are the reason that I get up every day and the reason I push myself to do better for us.

I love you times a million, Your Mama.

ladies' man.

Olly was checking out a babe

when we were having a celebratory lunch,

to celebrate us officially getting the condo!

He is such a stud,

the feeling was obviously mutual.

We are so excited,

so so excited,

to move into our beautiful new place

at the beginning of March.

We'll post new pictures when we settle in.

sleeping in.

This is what happens when Daddy has to work early

and we don't have anywhere to be.

his mother's son.

It is so weird to see your own facial expressions on someone else's face.

his father's son.

Little Mr. Narcolepsy asleep in his bouncer.

crab walk.

Oh you strange little boy.

We know you have the leg strength,

but you insist on "crawling"

by dragging your little legs tucked under you,

like a hermit crab dragging your shell.

superbowl mayhem!

obviously.

oh my word.

I don't really know why I am recording this day, since I want to forget it for all time. I think the above picture really captures the mood of:

up at 5 am to water pouring into our dining room through the leaky window

being stuck in the house for three days straight courtesy of SNOWMAGGEDDON

you secretly getting new teeth (maybe)

and refusing to take the baby tylenol

the immense reappearance of the spinach baby food, and the scrambled eggs.

Fingers crossed that February gets better.

big boy!

holy smokes!

STANDING UP (on his own)

in his pack & play

1/29/2011

10 months!

Dear Fancy Fox,

Ten months! You are the cleverest, sweetest, cutest, smartest little creature I have ever seen/met/had a hand in creating. You are such a big boy and you are doing and figuring out new things every single day.

You are shy to strangers (and even to non-strangers we haven't seen in awhile) and only want to say "dada," which is maddening! You recognize patterns (like when the door opens, someone will come in the house) and people (usually greeted by a loud shriek of "DADA!"). You crawl everywhere, or rather, drag yourself everywhere (you still haven't figured out how to put it all together quite yet). You love to clap, and will dance to yourself whenever you hear music. You want to do everything by yourself, and will remove my hands if they are in the way. You are pulling up on everything, and figure out every hiding spot for the remote within seconds. I swear, you are going to be a super-genius.

You are huge--still in size 4 diapers, but wearing mostly 12-18 month clothes! Daddy may get his basketball player yet. Your hair is getting so thick and Daddy and I laugh at the old pictures of your mullet and your nearly-bald baby head. I think it is going to be curly!

You are doing better with eating, now that you have discovered puffs, which you eat by the greedy handful, and HappyBaby baby food, which you can drink like a juicebox. You still prefer milk from mama, and I have a feeling you are going to be unhappy with me when we make the switch over in the next few months.

We love you so much, and it is so cool watching you experience things for the first time, and figure things out for yourself. You are turning into such a big boy and we pray that you will grow into a great man.

We love you, Olly.

Love, Mama & Daddy.

can't win 'em all.

Thank you to fellow OU alumni, Mandi and Travis, who, on a layover in Cleveland, hung out with us for a bit and presented Olly with his very own Cavs warmup suit and sweet book encouraging his mama's-boy-ness. I approve wholeheartedly.

Olly was feeling less cooperative about the whole matter, avoiding eye contact during the visit and refusing to be photographed in his new ensemble.

whatever and ever.

Things have been pretty busy around these parts, and I'm still in a posting funk, but I do have some photos to share from the past week or so.

Above is from Olly's grandma and great-grandma visit. From the picture, it seems really action-packed, but truthfully, it was low-key and freezing. It was nice because my grandma hadn't seen him since the summer. Just a few things have changed since then. :)

Tom's Nana got Olly this hat. I like that it has strings on it so we can tie it to his head.

He is getting so stinking big and when he wears outfits with pants and shoes and everything, he looks even bigger!

So much bigger, that he goes grocery shopping on his own. Just kidding. I am actually crouched down, holding him up. We crack ourselves up, I tell you.

011, oh whatever.

I've not been in much of a blogging mood. Olly has decided he doesn't much care for napping regularly, or for going to bed until 10 pm, at least. He is more mobile and cavalier and is bumping his head and face on everything he can think of. He finds ways to turn everything into a game of "Let's try to escape from Mommy by barrell rolling to freedom," most noteably, diaper changing and car seat time. That being said, he is still cute.

Thank goodness.

And also, if this house doesn't clean itself by the end of the weekend, I may scream.

And also, get this strawberry licorice away from me.

100 posts and happy new year!

Happy 2011!

We've had a great 2010,
but our adventure has just begun!

ahh!

The stats from your 9 month appointment:

24 lbs, 5 oz.
29.5" tall
48 cm (?) head circumference

Over 85th percentile in everything! Dr. Robbins said you are developing just perfectly and are very intelligent!

nine months old.

Dear Oliver Fox,

Today you are nine months old, which means you have existed on the planet for the same amount of time that you existed in my belly. [Well, actually, given how late you were, I could more realistically say the same thing next month!]

This month you did so many new things! You had your first Thanksgiving and your first Christmas, you just started waving yesterday, you scoot all over the place, you go from sitting to your belly to crawl, you know exactly what you want [the remote, cell phones, dog food, soda cans-see below] and set off to go get it, and you tried some new foods [puffs, bananas, bread].

You love music--listening to it, and dancing to it, toys that play it, and you have a sweet little high pitched voice that sounds like you are trying to sing! You are so smart and figure things out very quickly--almost TOO quickly! I try to hide something so you don't get into it, and before I can pat myself on the back, you are usually on your way to retrieve it. You still love Russell and any and everything he does. You smile and laugh when we show you pictures of people, and you like to watch fast-paced sports on TV with Daddy.

You are starting to get separation and stranger anxiety, but I think that is just a stage. It is nice to feel like number one in your life for now. I'm sure it won't be long before you are yelling for me to leave you alone! The worst is that all day long you will say "Dada" this and "dada" that, and you only say "Mama" when you are crying! It's always the saddest, most pitiful little wail--would it kill you to give me a shoutout when you're in a good mood?

I do love you, little hamster. You are the very best thing I have ever done and I look forward to every day I get to spend with you.

Love, your Mama