Monkey on my...head

There was an ad on TV recently for a new show called "Motherhood." The ad showed a mom saying she had run out of diapers and had been using paper towels and duct tape. I immediately wrote off the show as dumb.

Then today happened. Davis, Oliver and I headed to the beach. We managed to remember sunscreen, trucks, balls, blankets, pails and shovels - but we forgot a hat. We tried rubbing sunscreen in Oliver's hair, but, as it turns out baby sunscreen doesn't really "spread" so instead we ended up with clumps of slimy hair and clumps of sunscreen. We searched our bag for hat alternatives - we came up with Oliver's friend Sid. So yes, Oliver was the kid on the beach with a monkey tied to his head. Maybe paper towels and duct tape is not so far fetched.

Slip Sliding Away

This past weekend Oliver went to the park with his papa and noni. It had rained the previous evening and the little slide I usually take Oliver on was wet - papa and noni decided that it would be a good time to introduce him to the tunnel slide - he loved it!

You would think that being a little over 2 and a half feet tall would make walking a bit tiring - not for Oliver! Oliver wants to walk everywhere, and he can walk for much much longer than you would think a little guy could walk.

Last night he inadvertently took a couple steps by himself - Davis and I are hoping the little guy is up and running on his own soon.

Plain or Sugar?

Last week Oliver's Aunt Elizabeth called when she was getting out of work to see if Oliver wanted to join her for an ice cream cone. My initial response was no - no way was Oliver, at 9 months, going to be introduced to ice cream. But then I thought a bit more and realized that by withholding ice cream from Oliver I would be subjecting him to cruel and unusual punishment (you can see how deep my love for ice cream runs). So Davis and I quickly threw Oliver in the car and headed into town to meet Elizabeth.

Oliver, it appears, takes after his mom and loves ice cream. His favorite - ice cream in a cone (he's not big on utensils).

Trucks

Yesterday we were invited to celebrate Greek Easter with our friends Brigid, Matt and Carragh. Oliver and Carragh loved playing with the trucks and playing, what one of Carragh's cousins termed, baby foozeball. Oliver also got his first taste of lamb (an event Davis has long been waiting for), and he seemed to really enjoy it. By the time we left Oliver was filthy and exhausted.

Beach Day!

Yesterday was a beautiful summer-like day (looks like our efforts to bring the warm weather have started to work), so we decided to head to the beach. Oliver and I brought a pail and shovel and Davis brought his wet suit. While Davis went for a nice mid-morning swim in 40-something degree water, Oliver and I had a great time playing in the sand. I was unsure, given his love for putting everything in his mouth, if he was going to take after Molly Doyle and eat handful after fistful of sand. Surprisingly he took just one little taste of the sand and decided instead to focus on squishing it between his fingers. Oliver and I are looking forward to lots more playtime on the beach - and crazy Davis is looking forward to more cold water swimming.