Halloween

It wouldn't be Halloween without pumpkin carving. We decided it was probably not a smart idea to give Oliver a knife and have him attempt to carve his pumpkin - so instead we decided to put him in his pumpkin (clearly a smarter idea).


Oliver got dressed up as a dragon to help us hand out candy.

He wasn't a big fan of the wings and tail, but loved the feet.

Being a dragon was hard work -- Davis and Oliver had to take a time out for a drink.

Anna got dressed up as a domestic diva - complete with apron - unfortunately the pictures we took didn't come out well - and she wasn't that keen on having another photo shoot (or perhaps she just didn't want to be portrayed as a domestic diva)- so you'll just have to wait for another post for pictures of Anna.

Happy Halloween!

Slime!

Before I talk about slime I want to point out a change on the blog. The Liz, Ben, Ethan and ? link has changed- it is now Liz, Ben, Ethan and Adam. Adam was born on Sunday. We had the opportunity to meet him yesterday and he is adorable. Everyone is doing well.

And now on to slime.

Did you ever watch Nickelodeon? We didn't have it at our house, but when I babysat, or when we went on vacation I loved to watch it. One of the funniest things to watch was the people getting slimed. Well, we now have our very own slime-maker. Thankfully, however, it isn't green.

When Oliver, our little slime-maker, visited the doctor last week he treated her to a wonderful slime bath. He grabbed her hand, shoved it in his mouth, started chomping on it, and then drooling all over her. With her hand already in his mouth she felt around a bit and declared that he is teething. Although it would be fun to see a little tooth I have come to love his toothless grin and secretly hope that it takes awhile for the teeth to emerge (however, the longer it takes the more laundry I will have to do - his slime is managing to soak through bibs and clothes at a rapid rate).

On Sunday we got together with a couple of Oliver's new friends and one had a giraffe which she was using for teething (her parents said it was "the" teething toy). Oliver eyed the giraffe and shoved his hands in his mouth, slimed my hands, slimed Davis, slimed his parrot...we headed to the store and bought Sofie the Giraffe. Thus far it seems to have been a good purchase.

These feet are made for standin'

Oliver has discovered his feet. For about one day he was satisfied with grabbing them and pulling them up to his mouth, then he realized - standing on his feet is much more fun. Now all Oliver wants to do it stand. You hold his hands and he pulls up and stands there - he wobbles around a bit, not unlike a push puppet (here's a picture of one in case you are not familiar with them) - and is so happy.

As soon as we suggest it might be time for him to sit down, lay down, or do anything other than stand he gets super mad. Here is a picture of him - as you can see, he's ready to run.


With Oliver wanting to spend time standing, Mr. Parrot is now spending more and more time alone in the stroller.

Renaissance Men

It appears that both the men in my life are renaissance men.

Not only is Davis a master griller (yes this is actually what he wore to grill last night),


he is also a master knitter.

Here is Oliver showing off his new sweater.

And a picture of his new sweater and hat.

As for Oliver, he enjoys a nice bubble bath


As well as hard work.

(Davis is now taking knitting orders for the holiday season. Please contact him directly for orders and price quotes.)

When Mommy's away...

On Saturday I left Oliver, Davis, and Anna so I could go look at wedding dresses with Heddy and spend some time with the girls.  No sooner had I left the house when I got picture mail from Davis.  This is the picture I received --

Davis had gone to get Oliver up from his nap and there was Oliver, on his tummy, smiling at his new skill.  So Oliver can now roll from his tummy to his back, and his back to his tummy.  And he, once again, showed his new skill to Davis first.  I wonder what skill he'll show off next time I leave them?