Oliver, my baby.
Oliver is adorable. He has a super pleasant and happy personality. He is pretty independent, like Max, but he has his cuddly times. He likes to be held more than Max did at this age, I think. He will whine when he wants to be held or is hungry.
He has four teeth now. He likes to bite off bits of string cheese, and he almost always has something in his mouth.
He is still pretty tiny. He has a little chub on his cheeks, thighs, and arms, but his mid-section is slender. He has short little legs. I can't even write this while looking at that picture above and not want to pick him up and nibble on him. He's scrumptious.
He likes grapes, cheese, chimichurri, avocado, cereal, and banana. Even those he won't always eat. He shows minimal interest in solids, especially when sick or teething.
He's pretty good at mimicking. The best one is when he tightens his fists and clenches his face muscles.
He likes climbing: stairs, love sacs, couch, people.
He makes a beeline for everything he isn't supposed to play with... computers, food, toilets, bugs, water. He is adventurous and fearless in a way that Max wasn't so much. He keeps my on my toes.
He lets anyone hold him and just smiles. Max was like that, too, but Oliver is more happy-go-lucky while Max was more connected, if that makes sense.
He responds to either Oliver or Baby. And he understands "No!"
He does really well on road trips... barely makes a peep. He sleeps and watches Max and plays with whatever we give him. It helps that he isn't alone back there.
He NEVER stays still when getting his diaper changed. I have to give him something to play with, and even then he tries to roll over after a minute.
He gets up around 6:30, and with a bottle will sleep again until 8 or so. He takes two naps a day, one around 10:30 and the other around 3. I have the boys' afternoon nap synced, so I get to nap as well if I want it. Oliver goes to bed the same time as Max, too, if not a bit earlier. He sleeps through the night.
Oliver goes down to sleep with a bottle and never cries.
Whenever I open a door, Oliver comes a crawling. Whether I'm putting Max on the toilet, taking out the trash, saying goodbye to Nate, or getting a package, he tries to escape.
He doesn't like the feel of grass and will crawl on his hands and feet with his bum in the air.
He gets sick more than Max did/does. He just had Roseola, and I had to sleep with him for two nights and hold him for three days. He had a fever of 102 and just groaned and fidgeted while I held him. Poor guy.
He loves music and will bounce and sway whenever he hears it.

















































