A lot of people have asked me, “How does Oliver like his little brother?” Well, there’s really not a simple answer. If I had to choose one word, I’d say “indifferent.” For the most part, he doesn’t seem too interested in Owen. However, Oliver does get interested when Owen’s crying or, really, makes about any noise.
After hearing Owen, Oliver yells out one of two things:
- “Oh no, baby Owen!” (sounds more like, “Oh no, bay-bowen!”)
- “He’s crying!” (sounds like a scary “heee’s cry-eee!”)
It was funny and cute at first, but imagine hearing the same couple lines over and over again. Here’s a short clip – put in on repeat about 100 times and that’s our day! Enjoy:
Owen has acid reflux and is on medication, so it’s been a rough go of it for the ENTIRE family when it comes to sleeping. But he’s such a sweet kid so far. I hate that my paternity leave ends a week from today. I’ve really been blessed to have the opportunity to share in all the moments – big and small – over the past three weeks.
He’s such a cute kid, too, always looking around with his eyes darting from object to object. And he’s so small. I guess that I never realized how big Oliver had gotten – until holding Owen. Need proof? Here’s a photo of little Owen in my hand, taken earlier this week. Enjoy!
Since we never really got into working on Oliver’s baby book, this blog has served as the on-the-record account of his life. As most of you know, he turned 2 a couple weeks ago. That being said, Sarah and I been talking a lot about documenting Oliver’s interests and related facts. In random order, Oliver at age 2:
- Weighs 30.5 pounds
- Stands 35 inches tall
- Loves “Thomas & Friends,” both the show and his train toys (he pushes his trains around the track for up to an hour at a time)
- Also loves watching “Sesame Street” and “Dora the Explorer”
- Has favorite stuffed animals such as the kitty he sleeps with and his “Super Grover”
- Knows how to say his ABCs
- Can name about 20 letters if I draw them on his dry-erase board
- Can count to 15
- Can, allegedly according to my mother-in-law, count to 10 in Spanish (I’ve yet to hear it)
- Loves books, especially being read to
- Has favorite books like “Hop on Pop,” “Cat and the Hat,” “Clifford,” “Ready, Set, Go” and “Guess How Much I Love You”
- Likes to eat foods like yogurt, cheese, applesauce and diced peaches
- Enjoys using a fork to dip his meatballs and chicken nuggets in ketchup
- Grabs your legs during breakfast and begs for a sip of your orange juice
- Loves to play outside, especially picking up sticks in the yard and then throwing them into the ditch behind our house
- Has a vocabulary that amazes more and more each day (how does he learn so many words?)
- Enjoys turning the stereo on and “dancing” (mostly spinning in circles) then yelling out, “Change the channel” when he doesn’t like a song or when commercials come on the air
- Never fusses when it’s time to go to bed or take a nap – he often asks us to put him to sleep
- Loves his footie dinosaur pajamas, sometimes getting upset when they’re not clean
- Still listens to the same Elizabeth Mitchell CD before he goes to sleep, whether for the night or a nap – if you change the CD, he gets upset
- He can sing, word for word, many of the songs on that CD such as “You Are My Sunshine”
- Also likes looking at his light projector when falling to sleep (usually, it’s stars and the moon moving across the ceiling)
- Runs over to the dog’s bed and yells for me to come over and tickle him – he evens pulls his shirt up so I can dig into his ribs, and has the best, sweetest laugh
- Has deep blue eyes that will surely pierce girls’ hearts some day
- Loves his little brother, though he still isn’t sure what to do with him (sometimes Oliver will just touch his hair)
- Enjoys giving “family hugs,” in which he puts his arm around me and Sarah and squishes his face between ours
- Also enjoys giving family hugs with me and the dog
- Still calls the dog “Nah-dee” even though he can now pronounce “Molly”
- Stands at the door while I walk Molly around the yard so she can go to the bathroom (Oliver often helps by yelling out, “Go poop!”)
- Has just started getting into our Skype calls with my parents and sisters, interacting with them and talking to them over the laptop
- Enjoys helping around the house, whether cleaning up his toys or putting clothes into the washer and dryer
Finally, Oliver at age 2 could not be loved more by his parents. He’s changed our lives completely, bringing in new feelings of love and happiness that could never be replicated. We love him so much. Oliver, at age 2, makes us happy and proud. We can’t wait to take part in the rest of his life.
Owen earned “well baby” status during his first visit to the pediatrician today. No worries at all from the doctor. Owen checked in at 8 pounds, 11 ounces (up from his birth weight of 7 pounds, 13 ounces).
He’s such a good, calm baby – at least most of the time. Last night, for example, he slept for five straight hours, then ate, and then slept for another four hours! Amazing, especially considering the trouble we had with him on Saturday night. That evening, I brought Owen up for a feeding around 10:30 p.m. … and he did not go to sleep until 4:30 a.m.! Sarah and I were up the entire time, watching really bad TV between handling Owen. (“Roseanne” marathon on TV Land, anybody? I didn’t think so.) Talk about being tired the next day, after we arose from bed around 8 a.m. to take on the day? Tired, tired, tired.
If we get more of last night, we should be in good shape. Generally, he’s off to a good start. “Well baby” indeed.
I can’t believe our little baby is 2 years old. Yes, Oliver today celebrated the big 2; his second birthday. We had a fun little party – just family, but still more than 20 people packed into our house. Oliver had a blast, and he enjoyed being the center of attention.
He got a lot of great gifts. This is the pretty rad Schwinn trike that Sarah and I bought for him:
Here’s one of the first family photos of the new group of four – too bad Oliver was more interested in being put down so he could run up the hill and throw sticks into the woods:
Here’s Oliver opening a present. He didn’t need any help getting the wrapping paper off, though mom had to read the cards and dad or his grandpa Rodney had to cut the toys loose from the packaging:
His favorite thing right now is Thomas & Friends, and he got a bunch of wood tracks to play with. We’ve since built a pretty elaborate track, but we set up a simple one at first because he was so anxious to play with it. Here he is, taking Thomas for a loop around the track with his grandpa Neal:
He also got a pretty cool Little Tikes basketball hoop from his uncle Aaron and aunt Shima. Here he is dunking, with assistance from Aaron:
Last night, we practiced blowing out candles so that his big moment today would be a success. Well, he now knows what to do but just doesn’t great a big enough jet stream to get the fire out, so Sarah and I had to help a bit:
We didn’t, however, have to help him eat the cake:
We had so much fun today, and he was beyond tired after the guests all headed home. His aunt Carrie and her boyfriend Eli enjoyed the visit, too, as seen in this picture:
So that’s it. Our boy is now 2. Crazy. He’s on his way to being a young man, I’m sure, before we even know it!
Here are a few random pictures taken during the last two days of our hospital stay. Enjoy:
Yesterday, I wrote about Owen’s first night at home. His first moments at home were pretty special, too. I’m not sure who was more curious and excited about our newest family member, brother Oliver or dog Molly:
We arrived home from the hospital yesterday around 12:30 p.m. However, it seems like we’ve been here longer than that. I mean, it’s been a long, long, LONG first full day at home for Owen and his family.
As those of you with kids know, sleep issues are tough to deal with. For those who don’t know these things, let me just give you a quick rundown of our night:
- Owen was fed around 9 p.m. and Sarah and I went to bed.
- Owen was ready to eat again at 11 p.m. – he did, but then fussed until around 1 a.m., when we finally were able to sleep
- Owen woke up at 1:45 a.m. ready to eat again; afterward he tinkled on his clothes so he had to be changed
- Etc., etc., etc. …. until we finally got up for the day
Thank goodness my mom is staying with us for the week. She’s been a great help with meals, taking care of Oliver, helping us with Owen and running to the store on our behalf.
Oliver really has warmed to Owen over the past couple days. And Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, is really curious and has been in the baby’s face off and on all day. If I have time later, I’ll put up a couple pictures of the boys and the dog.
That’s about it for now. Thanks to a two-hour nap this afternoon and some ibuprofen before dinner, I feel a little less groggy. Who knows what tonight will bring … hopefully just a bit more sleep.