It has been another week of busy-ness, and there have been many opportunities for you to make me smile or laugh out loud.
I gave you a pretty big piece of banana to gnaw on since you struggle to chase the slippery littler pieces around the tray of your highchair. You were covered in stickiness and banged your tray full of cheerios. One bounced on your arm, but you didn’t notice it at first. When you started to take a bite of your banana, you caught the cheerio out of the corner of your eye, and in mid-motion of banana to mouth you diverted and vacuumed the cheerio off of your forearm. I laughed out loud.
I am certain the person who invented stainless steel and, more importantly, named it, never had a little person like you toddling around, pulling up on everything. You are constantly moist and sticky, and you leave significant fingerprints all over the dishwasher, refrigerator and stove as you pull yourself up on each appliance. I think I can maintain sanity by resigning to cleaning all stainless steel once a month.
You pulled one of the rings off of the stove handle I had put on there to entertain you as we played on the kitchen floor one afternoon, and you wanted to bring it with you as you crawled to me. You tried to crawl with it in your hand and could not. Then you laid it down and started to crawl, only to realize you were leaving something behind. You amazed me when you decided to put it into your mouth and crawl to me that way. Granted, the ring was in your mouth, not your nose, but you looked like a charging bull, grin wide as you crawled my way, grand success under your diaper edge. You were so proud, and I was so impressed.
Your dad and I have fiercely resisted the nickname Ollie. We’ve even gone so far as to identify the closest version of Oliver in Greek as Elias, so your nickname could legitimately, if a bit convolutedly, be Eli. We have been quite successful in keeping Ollie at bay, and we have given you many other loving nicknames. Like… Boo-boo, Snickerdoodle, Stinkerdoodle, Bug, and Wubsie, shortened from Oliver-Woliver-Wubsie.
You were an angel today and often are when we need you to be. We went with Yia-yia, Papou, Thia, Aunt Leats, Kam, Braeden and Lily to the Hermitage for Father’s Day brunch. We were there for several hours, and you were amazingly good. Thank you for that, Wubsie; you are certainly a good boy.
