Oliver is 10 months today...and I'm starting to sound like a broken record...but I can hardly believe it.
(The following pictures are after Oliver ate lunch...hence the no clothes, and Will after he went to the bathroom...hence the no pants.)
He is a fun little guy. More serious than Will was at this age, and more energetic. He is a mini Jarod so far and would climb up the walls if he had frog feet.
He still spits up around the clock...Will did until he was walking. People say they spit up until they crawl...well our genes have created the worst puking monsters around.
He also smacks everything. People always want to hold him, until he starts smacking their head, grabbing their nose, puking down their shirt, climbing up their head, or some other annoyance. haha. See his hand in the picture smacking the couch?
Here is what he looks like half the day. Crawling around with these foam golf balls in his mouth. He is a fun, crazy, wild baby that has brought so much joy. Love you Mr. Oliver.
4 comments:
He is SUCH a sweet pea, Heidi! Oh my.
Otto is doing similar things. We hardly ever get to "hold" him because he's on the go. He also does his fair share of smacking (esp our faces) and scratching...ouch!!
You have ADORABLE little boys!
I love these little boys so much!!
Ollie, Ollie, your Aunt Bek will hold you even if you smack, grab, puke or crawl on me! Your sweet smile is so worth it!!
such cute little buddies. :)
I recall often wanting to hold him but you quickly take him away because you feel so bad having his squirmy little self being held by people...believe me when I say i want to hold that little crazy!! :)
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