8 weeks

Hard to believe that Oliver turned 8 weeks old this week - it seems like just yesterday we were guessing the date he would be born and marveling over the size of my belly. Now we are marveling over how big Oliver is - and how quickly he is growing. On Tuesday he weighed 12 pounds 3 ounces and was about 24 inches long - he was 8 pounds 3 ounces when he was born and 21 inches long.

In addition to doing a massive amount of growing, Oliver has also become much more aware of his surroundings.

He has discovered his hands and now seems to always have his hand and/or rattle in his mouth.


He has also discovered pretty girls (and they have discovered him).

Funny how they already look like they got caught being mischievous -- Newburyport watch out - these two could be trouble.

Smiles!

This past weekend Ben, my cousin's son (not sure what that officially makes him to Oliver) brought Oliver a ridiculous amount of clothes he had grown out of. This morning I put one of the new outfits on Oliver and, for the first time, I was able to capture Oliver's smile on camera - he obviously loves the new clothes. Thank you for sharing Ben!

Back home

Although vacation is technically over, Davis has managed to pull himself away from work early a couple days and we've had some fun days playing at home and at the beach.

Oliver has started to really enjoy his playmat - he loves smiling at the bugs and lights (although in this picture I think he might be more interested in the window behind the mat).

Oliver and Davis surveying Davis' beach project.

Looking chubby (and cute).

Anna and Oliver wishing we'd put away the camera.

The adventures of Oliver and Anna

The sun made an appearance! With the sun out from behind the fog and clouds Oliver and Anna were able to have a few adventures.

Anna captained the boat and took us out to Lime Island. With this trip she completed her pirate training and became a full fledged pirate - congratulations Anna!

The excitement of Anna's graduation and the trip to Lime made Oliver a bit tired. Luckily his grandmother was happy to carry him.


We spent another afternoon canoeing on Megunticook Lake. Pirate Anna was not able to join us, so Oliver took over as Captain. When we stopped to have a picnic Oliver napped, tired from his responsibilities.
Davis and my dad spent a day fishing for stripers. Davis got a keeper - and decided to see how it compared with Oliver. Oliver was, as you can see, not thrilled with being compared to a fish.

What Oliver did enjoy was some time snuggling with his great grandmother.

Vacation Land

We are in Maine - introducing Oliver to Vacation Land - hiking, sailing, island exploration, sun bathing, fishing, lobster bakes on Lime Island, cocktails on the deck... well, actually, that is what we had planned to do. Instead we are enjoying torrential downpours and lots of fog . We've made the best of it though, and even managed to take Oliver on his first boat ride - although between sleeping and the fog I don't think Oliver even knew he was on the water. Hopefully the rest of the week will be sunny.

Here are some pictures of the week thus far -

As you can see from the boating pictures - it has been pretty foggy.

Check out the cute sweater - Davis knit it for Oliver

Rainy days are good for story time...

And for looking out windows - hoping for sun.

Fire truck lullaby

Sunday was the Yankee Homecoming parade here in Newburyport. Last Monday people starting staking their claim on the prime parade watching spots by sticking lawn chairs on the side of the road. Last year we were away for the parade, so this was our first time being in Newburyport for the big event. Even though we hadn't laid claim to a spot earlier in the week, we did manage to find a nice shady place to watch.
The parade began with a procession of firetrucks. Oliver had just gone to sleep when the procession began - Newburyport, West Newbury, Newbury... the trucks were ridiculously loud- all the fire people enjoying blasting the horns for all the kids. We were convinced Oliver would wake up screaming, terrified of the noise. Nope, he slept, blissfully unaware, or maybe aware but not caring, of the racket going on. The procession continued - Topsfield, Middleton, Rowley... Although Oliver continued to sleep I felt like a bad parent submitting my newborn to the noise so I took him back inside for a few minutes. Good thing there were no fires, or cats in trees yesterday - I'm told that after I left the procession included trucks from most all town on the North Shore, trucks from southern Maine, New Hampshire, Connecticut, and from Somerville and Waltham.

Oliver managed to sleep through the entire parade - waking up just in time for lunch. His grandmother tried to keep him busy while I ate.
Other activities for Oliver this weekend included Banana rides - both Oliver and Anna seemed to enjoy them (or at least tolerated them).