Okay...well, a lot has changed with Oliver since the last post. He now has six teeth, is crawling, says Mama and Dada, and does Brian's law homework for him. He's very smart...takes after his mother.This picture was before the great haircut that was desperately needed. It was an ordeal if ever there was one for both son and parents. You can't really blame him or me for that matter. We have him in his highchair in the bathroom cheerful as ever(probably because he thinks he's getting a bath) when out of nowhere comes this torture looking device that makes a horrible, loud, buzzing noise. And on top of that we take it to his head. So Oliver decided that he was going to have none of it despite our efforts to calm him down and crack a smile. He looked at me as if I had done the ultimate and betrayed him which of course convinced me that he needed no such haircut and prompted me to convince Brian of the same. Brian was steady throughout, determined for his son to have a high and tight or else. All in all we or I should say Brian finished the job despite the pleas of mother and son and we are all glad for it.
Oliver is reading the newspaper and catching us up on our current events.
Sometimes he gets lost in it.
This is his big Christmas present from Grammy and Gramps. It was a big hit.
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