oh, drafts folder. you suck.

I found the following in my Drafts folder, dated September 5, 2011.

I'm posting it as is, for no other reason than to have it as a reminder. It contains only the good stuff from last summer, when everything sucked except for my sweet baby Oliver. He was busy growing, learning, and becoming so smart that my heart wants to burst from my chest and my eyes well up with tears. Just reading through this list made me remember... and realize how much he has grown. This was one whole year ago, when he was just sprouting this little personality, and now we have conversations and he's potty training like a boss and his imagination runs wild and he makes up songs and tells stories...

I know I've said it before, and I'll say it again: He. Is. Pure. Joy.

If only she could know him now.

So here is the awkward draft, unedited:


Talking about the crappy stuff just makes me more crabby. Which is no good for nobody.

So here's some fun happy stuff from this past summer!

In May:
Oliver figured out giving raspberries on Mommy & Daddy's bellies.
We sang ring around the rosy and itsy bitsy spider, a lot.
He loves books, grape juice and spinning around in circles.
He fake sleeps... tah choo tah choo


In June:
We started preparing to build a deck on the back of our house. It's pretty much all we had the time or energy to think about. Deck deck deck. That word really loses meaning after a while. Deck.


In July:
We have a new deck. The deck is so pretty!

My darling son said “Mommy’s sunglasses” as he yanked them off my face. I didn’t know whether to be proud of his possesive noun skills or scold him for trying to pop my eyeball out of my head.

He moved up to the toddler room at school! Is big boy.

August:
He says random, conversational things, obviously repeating things he's heard us say... but his little helium voice makes even the mundane sound awesome/hysterical.
"Hi! How-a-you? GoodOkay"
Yeah, having conversations with yourself is super fun. He says OK all the time.

Also: "Go geddit"
"I know I know" (when something hurts, I say this as I wipe a sore butt.)
He calls his boy business his peepers, thanks to his dad.

I sneezed - and completely spontaneously and unprompted, he said "bless you, mommy."
When his cars crash he says ouch.
He can count, if 123456... 9? qualifies. I say it does.
He really likes his baff.


September:
Ashley is the best baby sitter! Foo Fighters concert on a Tuesday, she rocks.
Spent night with grandma & grandpa for the second time ever away from home.
Has decided his favorite book is the Polite Elephant book. It's awesome. I'm all impressed with him, because we've read it only a few times, then we flip the pages and he tells me what's going on... wash his face, dat's his mommy, dat's Jimmy... wave to fwiends... baby dwopped his wattle!