Ollie has been a busy busy boy lately. He fell (was chased by his sister) off the bed last week and got a wicked bump on his head. Which meant I spent all week carefully analyzing his behavior for fear of a latent brain hemorrhage. (Don't worry doctors were involved in all of this too... But that didn't make me any less crazy). He's fine now. Busy hiding my wallet from me, trying to sneak a sip of coke, "Was sis cah?", throwing things away that aren't trash, and climbing up onto everything dangerous. He still cries every day when trav goes to work, is obsessed with toothbrushes, and is so excited to roam around outside.
His hair is getting longer and curlier (but only in the back) and so help me, I can't cut it. I've only ever given Avery one tiny trim. I don't know... It's a disorder I'm sure.
He gets funnier and more darling every day. We love our boy.