Mouth Pee-pee's

Long time, no post, sorry! Back to school time is always nuts. I'm back in the groove of things though, so back to posting!

I've got a good one for you tonight. Oliver, as many two year olds are, is really interested in what bodies look like and do. Recently, it's been Dada's mouth that has been the source of interest.


As Oliver examined Shawn's uvula (hangie downie thingie at the back of your throat) the other night, he gasped in surprise. "DADA! MAMA! MOUTH PEE-PEE! DADA MOUTH PEE-PEE!!!" I think Shawn and I were going to die of laughter.

Then came the crowning glory. Having just watched the "Finding Nemo" whale scene, Oliver then grabbed the top and bottom of Shawn's jaws, wrenched them open, and proceeded to yell "NEEEEE-MOOOOO!! NEMO! NEMO!" down Shawn's throat. Smart boy putting that scene set in the whale's mouth together with Dad's anatomy!

Then of course he tried to take Shawn's tonsils out because he's going to be a doctor some day...

Love my boy!

Party at 4 am and a naughty word...

I must not have had Oliver's monitor up loud enough last night, because when I finally heard the seriously sad "Mama, morning? Mama, get up? Mama??!?!" sobs coming from his room he had already:

1. Locked the door (this happens when he's not quite awake enough to turn the handle, but it means he was working at it for a bit)
2. Turned on the light
3. Rocked for a bit, the rocker was still moving
4. Played trains, the evidence was all over the floor
By the time I got there, he had had enough. He was standing on his train table, sobbing, snot and tears everywhere. Mind you this hasn't happened in a looooong time, so maybe my "HURRY CRYING GET UP FAST" neurons are fading.

As we rocked together when his room had been put back to rights, (after several inquires of "Mama? Wach e show? Wach e moo-ee? Yeah, yeah!" and SEVERAL explanations about how 4 am wasn't time to watch Elmo...) we must have woken Shawn up, because Oliver told me all about how he could hear Dada in the bathroom. Walking back to bed, Dada tooted and Oliver heard. He then proceeded to tell me all about toots until I was able to get him to quiet down again. Just as I thought he was going to get sleepy, I hear his little voice, very soft, very tentative....

"Fart"

I busted up like you wouldn't believe. It was a combination of timing, his "I know this might be a naughty word, but I'm going to try it out on you anyway" voice, and then, the GIGGLES. I lost it, so of course he started chanting "Fart Mama, Fart!" and we were both laughing pretty hard.

I'm hoping that the fact he fell asleep pretty quick after our giggle fest at 4:30 am will allow his memory to forget that one. Still, I hope I never forget that soft, sweet little voice saying his first "naughty" word. Fart.

MADE IT!

It is with utter and complete relief that I would like to report that my ninth year of teaching is OVER. YES!!!!!

On a totally funny Oliver note, when I went to pick him up at Kori's tonight he was out in the cul-d-sack wearing a toddler sized backpack and pushing a shop broom. Kinda weird, right? Kori said that once she put the backpack on him, he refused to take it off to the point he was all sweaty and waaay too hot. He was sooo p.o.'d at me that I wanted to take him home that he ran away from me for a block with the broom still in front of him! Maybe I'm not painting a good enough picture here, but it was pretty hilarious chasing my two year old down the block while he pushed a HUGE broom while wearing an empty Curious George backpack.

He spent the next 20 minutes in the car sobbing, snot everywhere, chanting "backpack, broom, backpack, broom..." Wow. Did that really happen to me?

May pictures

No, really. Mom and Dad NEVER let me climb on the table. I SWEAR...

Ummm...Uncle David? There is NO WAY I'm touching that worm!



With my Mama on her 35th (yikes!) birthday. Don't I look thrilled?!?!



With Big Pappa on his new tractor. FUN!

He is ALLLL boy and LOVES his power tools! HA

I KNOW this looks bad...There were no Oliver's harmed in the taking of this picture. (It was lemonade in the glass BEFORE we used it to make our beverages!!!)

Blowin bubb-oohs. A favorite pasttime!

His first pony ride. He wasn't so sure, but he seemed to enjoy it!

Having fun flying his plane around Granny and Grandaddo's house.

"OOOH! WHAT'S DAT...NOISE!!! AIRPANE! AIRPANE!"

PS-scroll down to the "Happiest Place On Earth" post for some more funnies...

PICTURES PLEEEEAAASSE!

Hello fellow partygoers! If you were at Oliver's birthday party Saturday, AKA overstimulating kidfest, and took pictures, would you mind sending some my way? Our camera battery died! ARRRG! In hindsight though, it was probably a good thing. I got to spend a lot of quality time holding his hand, trying to get him out of his shell, trying to get him to leave my side and go play, just good quality mom and son bonding time....NOT!

Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen him soooooo wound up!!!! LOL!! Did anyone get any picture of him that wasn't blurred? :-)

I will...

post an update today. I will post an update today. I will post an update today. Oliver faceplanted on the hardwood floor at his sitter's house and broke his widdle nose. I will post an update today. I will post an update today. I WILL POST TODAY!!!

No, NOT! and some fun in the sink

A new Ollisim for you...No, NOT! When asked "Do you want to go to bed?" we are now met with the reply of "No...Not." It's pretty funny, I'll have to catch some video of it for you all.

Fun in the sink. Ok mom, I know you are going to say I let him get away with too much, but in my defense, it was Report Card Friday and I just gave up...Here' s what my darling boy figured out how to do on Friday...

Just playin in the sink ma. Just "wuay-eeshing"

You still watching? You SURE?

Look the other way mama, look the other way...

Come on, I'm WAAAAYYY too cute and smart for you. You know I'll just climb right back in when your back is turned, so why fight it?

Thaaaaat's right mom. You just let me play!

In the end, Oliver won. I stripped him down and let him play. Hey, a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do!

He was having so much fun. Mom was having fun. Dada got home in time to play in the sink too. Now if we could just get the cats to join in...I'm pretty sure they were hiding as far away as possible during this episode!

Shoot milk out your nose funny!

While we were in Montana a couple of weeks ago, Ollie and I stopped by A&W for lunch (I wish we had one closer...mini corndogs, yum!). They give you this cute kids lunch pack, complete with hot dog, french fries, apples, Teddy Grahams, milk, wet-wipes, and a root beer sucker. Oliver really has only had a sucker 2 or 3 times, so they are still a fun novelty for him. He went around the hotel room, blissfully licking away. He never stuck it in his mouth, he just kept sticking out his tongue and rubbing the sucker on it. Snapping picts, I caught this:



You REALLY should click on it to get the large version to feel the full impact of the "crazy sugar eyes"...


IT DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HIM!!! I thought I was going to loose my lunch from laughing so hard when it came up on the camera. Really, one eye is bigger than the other, he's got his lips all curved in, and his tongue is about down to his chest. Is it just me, or does it look like he's saying "SUGAR GOOD, huh, huh, SUGAR GOOOOOOOD!" Seriously, he really is much cuter, so when I get gems like this, gotta share. Just for comparision, here is my usual shot of him:

Ollieisms

I know, I know. I should post more pictures. Photos of the park and an adventure with a pear coming tonight... Until then, I will leave you with a list of Ollieisms. He is talking tons (who would have imagined with two such quiet parents?!?!?), but sometimes he needs a translator.

buy-eesh=brush (chanted at bedtime when he wants to zap us with the vibrating sonicare)
doush=juice
on, On, ON, ONNNNNNN!!=Momma, I really don't like that radio station, can you please kindly change the channel?
uck=truck
buk=garbage can (no idea where this one came from!)
aaaa-dun=all done (accompanied by throwing food from his plate if we don't immedatly get him down from the chair!)
WALL-E=ok, no translation needed, but since we watch it probably SEVEN TIMES A WEEK it gets on the list
Kor-gi=Kori, his daycare provider
grag-ge=Grannie
pog-gorn=popcorn, usually eaten while we watch WALL-E, AGAIN
Hi Bay-bee!=said as he greets us in the morning, or when we catch him getting into something he shouldn't be into (he thinks cute solves every problem...he's right)
Mau-mau=Maui the cat. Funny because it's what I call the cat too. Maui is actually letting Oliver touch him now that he isn't trying to drag him around by the tail...
Ni-nite=goodnight. He'll actually say this when we are rocking at bedtime when he wants to go to sleep. So sweet!
Luvb you=Love you!

Love my boy.

New photos!

I don't have a whole banana shoved in my mouth dad, honest...

1st OREO!!! Haloween version, so the filling is orange

Shove that cookie in!

My boys, just hangin out

What ma? Put the ziplocks away?

For all the Oliver fans out there...

While Shawn really loves his Spaces site, I find it somewhat cumbersome to post a jillion photos once every two months and then try to catch everyone up. I like this blogger format better. I can tell you all the funnies from Mr. Oliver's life a bit more up to date and quickly. Like...

We thought he was getting over the whole dropping food on the floor when he was done thing. Ummm WRONG!!! He had knocked his corn on the cob (I don't know what's wrong with me, but I find the popping noise when he crunches into the corn just about the cutest, funniest thing in the world!) onto the floor. I was on my knees cleaning it up when it started raining turkey sandwich on my head! Little bugger had looked over, seen me down there, and started chucking his unwanted sandwich onto my head. I looked up and just saw this little hand with the next bomb ready to fly. TOO FUNNY!

The worst part? If he thinks it gets a laugh, he'll keep going. So Shawn came over and was cleaning him up with the whole "no Oliver, we don't throw food" admonitions, and I was stuck under his high chair, turkey in my hair, trying to compose myself so Oliver wouldn't see or hear me laughing!

Love my boy...