I think I've mentioned before that Oliver does this wonderful thing - when he is happy he announces that he is "happy, happy, happy." He can be eating dinner and declare that he is happy, just sitting with me or Davis, playing at the playground, riding in the car... There are times that I can totally understand why he is super happy, but other times that I am surprised - but no matter, whenever he says he's happy I smile.
The other day he got a birthday present in the mail - a fancy new shirt from my Aunt Connie and Uncle Bob. Oliver immediately put the shirt on and ran around the yard telling everyone and everyone how happy he was.
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