Chapter 2

It's been a sweet, sweet 7 months. However, Sam and I have both come to the realization that Oliver's babyhood is over and now we're onto the next chapter of his life, Chapter 2, if you will.
Chapter 2 consists of Oliver needing to get into EVERYTHING. I can barely hold him anymore. As soon as I pick him up he squirms to get down. It's been a good ride and I really enjoyed him as a baby and he really lasted a lot longer than Collin and Gwen in his babyhood so I'm not complaining...it's just sad. I look back at pictures from just a few months ago when he was just a squishy door stop and now he's a full blown machine...on a mission to tear every single DVD off the shelf. Baby toys are no good anymore. A hairbrush or a lotion bottle is way cooler. Even better would be something he could choke on or cut himself with. Why is it that babies/toddlers are naturally drawn to objects that can either poison, cut or maim them?? Or is it just my kids?
Also he is officially crawling now. Not in the traditional sense though, oh no, it's some weird crossbreed between crab and bear crawling mixed with some good old fashioned butt scootching. He also thinks it's awesome to pull himself up onto the couch, chairs, the bathtub, the oven/refrigerator/dishwaher, etc.. You know, basically the step right before walking. I'm so not prepared. I haven't baby proofed my house. I guess when he falls down the stairs or sticks something in a light socket I'll know it's time to baby proof. I mean I know it's time I'm just thinking since there is only one of him maybe I can get away with not COMPLETELY baby proofing this time around. Probably not but I'm just not ready. Not ready for him to be so grown up.

Conversation this morning

Collin: A bug just crawled under the bookshelf.
Me: AAAAAHHHH! What kind of bug?
Collin: I'm not sure either an ant or a centipede.
Me: EWWW!! Oh My God! Kill it!
Collin: NO
Me: You're the big boy of the house you're supposed to kill bugs and stuff.
Collin: Not in this! (his pajamas) Let me get dressed first.

Ha! I guess he wanted to look nice for the unidentified bug's funeral.