Sunday, April 24, 2011

All Our Eggs In One Basket

Happy Easter! Oliver's 1st! These past two weeks have been a whirlwind of grandparents. Grammy Melanie & Grandpa Jerry visited us last week, and Nana Karen came up this weekend. Everyone is amazed at how aware Oliver is of ALL his surroundings. He can spot a non-child-proofed cabinet door from a mile away!
And, man is he fast! As evident in the pics below, I could not get a moment's pause to get a really perfect shot of him in his super cute Easter outfit (a present from the Youngblood relatives in Nashville. Thank you!). It was chilly this morning, so we had to put on an undershirt and socks for church.
For Oliver's first Easter, we started a new (hopefully annual) tradition. We headed over to the Clothiers house to share some yummy food with Noah's family as well as Charlie Griffiths (Mick & Stacia). It was a fun afternoon of food, friends, and egg hunting. O actually ate some deviled-eggs, greenbean casserole, cheesy potatos, and some ham. This was the most "real" food he's eaten at one sitting!
Oliver just loved watching Noah and Charlie wreak havoc everywhere. These three are definitely going to be keeping us parents on our toes for years to come. Good times!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Big Boy PJ's

Oliver has pretty much outgrown all of his pajamas, so we got him some new ones a couple of weeks ago. They make him look like a little boy instead of a baby! I have a love/hate relationship with them because of this. He seems to like them alot.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A Swing And A Kiss

Well, all week it seems it's been "Opening Day" in baseball world. I myself am not particularly a fan of American's Past-time. Sure, actually getting to go to a game in person is fun and healthy entertainment for a day, but as TV sports go, it's right about on par with bowling. One good thing about baseball, though, are the uniforms. I do love me a man in a uniform! :)
Thanks to Grandma Coles, here are some pics of Oliver showing off his athletic good looks. I sense logging some major hours sitting on uncomfortable bleachers and wearing a t-shirt that reads something to the effect of "OC's Mom" are in my future.