O: Year 3

Olan’s third year of life starts today! This kid has not fully crossed over into evil toddlerhood yet, and man, this stage is just so much fun. I’m glad to have been able to hang on to it for a little longer than Evie allowed… so thankful. I just know we’re going to go through the dreaded potty training and the sleepless big boy bed transition all at the same time, while I’m pulling my hair out taking two classes at a time and teaching full-time. Jesus have mercy. Ha! But for real.

Enough of that doomsday riffraff.

  • Olan is starting out year three as more of a daredevil. His gait and demeanor is that of an athlete. The way he runs and throws and perseveres… I guess we’ll see where that takes him!
  • He is all about baseball, cars (I love watching him babble while he lays on the floor and zooms cars around), tractors, trains (he literally knows where all the train tracks are in town and asks to go over them), heavy construction machines (good thing Grandpa Henry has given him some up close experience!), Paw Patrol, dinosaurs – everything a little boy would hope to love.
  • This summer, we got to go to Sky trampoline park a few times, and he loved it. Jumpy jumpy jumpy for infinite.
  • He loves to play “chase” around the house, and I’ve not been able to wear him out yet. He could run forever. He sweats like his Grandpa Baldwin! 😉
  • He is definitely an introvert. He is still shy around new folks, and loves being held and snuggled by momma. I still can rock that 37 pound baby at bedtime, believe it or not, AND he loves it. He wants to “hide” under his blanket to be tucked in, which I’m like, “Why?” He’s so hot under his super thin swaddle blanket, but it’s what makes him feel secure. Okie doke… weirdo. 🙂
  • Olie’s speech has just skyrocketed. He says everything, and pretty darn clearly now. He can kind of say his alphabet, but has little drive to finish. He counts to 16.
  • He enjoys reading books, but almost never opens one on his own. If I start reading something, he is all about it though. We gon’ need to fix that. Ha ha! Super into Green Eggs and Ham at the moment.
  • He loves to play, of course, but over the summer months, he has adopted a new catch phrase, “Play with me, momma!” in his squeaky little dude voice, and it’s pretty difficult to turn down. Goodness, he is freaking adorable.
  • His imagination has bloomed in wonderful ways this year too. Daddy is the best play-er around, and they dream up all sorts of fun things to play, including wrestling. Both our kids love to wrestle and tickle with dad.
  • He is my little encourager. “You’re a good cook.” “You look pretty!” “Thanks!” “How was your night?” “Can I help you?” are phrases I hear pretty regularly from Olan. Love that big heart of his.
  • He can get Hulky angry, so don’t let his politeness fool you forever.
  • He’s learning how to make friends. Some of his pals I hear about often are Lydia, Marley, Silas, Evie, Ariya, Payton, Nolan, Adeline, Ames, and Thomas.
  • Olio is quite the jokester. He likes to pick on Evie (she haaaates this), and can seriously make us laugh for real! He’s made up a few words that he knows gets us going… He’ll randomly answer questions with the word “bap”, and whenever we ask where he lives, he gets a smirk on his face and says, “I live at Kansas Wesleyan!” Goofball.
  • Olan can be pretty particular. He will not wear a collared shirt willingly. He picks out his own shirts each day, and he has certain pants he likes. I don’t know where this Nike snob business comes from (okay maybe I do), but he adores his Nike shoes, and there was a time when he’d throw a fit if he had to wear anything else. They learn young that Nike is superior. Ha! It is interesting that I don’t feel like I have endorsed this in a big way in our household, but somehow he’s got a preference.
  • He’s always been a great eater, but lately he’s become much more picky. Boo for picky eaters.
  • Wearing 4T clothes, size 10 shoes, and sleeps from 8pm-7am and 2-4pm. It has been a dreeaaammyy summer.

Olan is the loveliest little guy you’ll meet! Welcome to year three, little buddy!

 

O: Year 2

Olan continues to be the sweetest little soul on the face of the earth. I cannot help but smile and feel giddy inside when I think of my little baby boy! Two years have swiftly come and gone, and I am just so thankful to the Lord for our little dude. Here are some things that mark Olan’s personality as a now two-year-old!

  • The demands for independence are steadily becoming the norm for this babe. “NO!” comes out on auto after most questions, and “Olie try!” is in close second. He’s learned to climb into his high chair, which is quite the feat when you weigh 35 pounds with two-year-old motor skills. “Climb!” is often heard while getting into the truck (he hikes that leg up like a skilled gymnast, but he’s not gettin’ in that truck on his own quite yet, lol), and he’s been letting us know recently that he needs a diaper change. Score.
  • Speaking of diapers. Seriously folks, this guy pees like no one I’ve ever seen before. The bladder has GOT to be as big as an adult male. I just bought a size 7 diaper for nighttime. SIZE 7. I didn’t even know they existed. We’ve had to double stuff our cloth diapers to keep that kid dry. I don’t even want to talk about wintertime when we have to start putting pants on the kid. Imma have to break out the baby leggings. HA!
  • The obsession with vehicles continues to be a thing. Cars, airplanes, helicopters, and tractors. His all-time favorite book right now is “Truck Stop,” which depicts a day in the life of a truck stop diner and all the random vehicle traffic that comes in and eats in the diner. “GREEEN GUSSS! COOL [school] BUS! DEEGER [digger]!” Every night he begs to read this funny little book. My favorite thing about this book is that it’s Olan’s first “real” book he’s liked. We’re steadily moving out of board book land! YAY!
  • Food is of utmost importance to Olie. Guacamole and chips are among his favorite. The kid will eat “maytoes” [tomatoes] from the garden until there are no more.
  • Olan has kicked the pacifier! Never at night anymore, and only on a rare occasion during nap does he use “beeeenky” to calm himself. I’m proudly relieved. I thought this would be much more of a struggle than it was. Thank you JESUS.
  • Olan’s love language is “teeckles” [tickles]. That boy loves quality time and physical touch. I find myself frequently being pulled down to the ground, followed by a “Mommy play!”
  • He loves being cozy in blankets and pillows, and he loves bedtime cuddles. He becomes the freaking sweetest boy at bedtime. He’ll go and say night-night to Evie and then sometimes he’ll try to sing our “Moon, moon, moon” song. He loves to be rocked while we sing, and when I lay him in his crib, he flips over on his belly and giggles when I cover him with his blanket. He’ll blow a kiss and say “love you, sweet dreams, good night.” Can you imagine how melty my heart is? It’s just the most adorable thing ever. This is real life, people. These are moments when I think I’ve arrived as a parent. LOL. I soon snap back into reality when he clobbers me in the face because I wouldn’t let him eat an entire carton of blueberries minutes before dinner is served.
  • Olan is a gearhead. He’s a sports nut. He’s a dancing fool. What is this kid going to be like??
  • He loves wearing shoes, or as he calls them, “hoos.” He struggles with the “S” sound still.
  • His words have exploded. He says everything now.
  • This dude is a dancing machine. He’s got all the right moves. He especially loves “September” by Earth Wind and Fire.
  • He just started going up and down stairs like a normal human. Still freaks me out, but he does well!
  • Lotion is something Olan enjoys. We’ve been lathering him in calamine lately… those chiggers are terrible this year, and they eat Olan’s soft baby legs to pieces.
  • He’s wearing size 3T and sleeps from 8:00pm-6:30am with a 2.5+ hour nap.
  • Olan has begun praying on his own at the dinner table. I love his little “A-MEN!” Although no one will probably ever see him pray, because he gets shy around other people and freezes up. He’s my little introvert. He hangs back when new people are around, but he’ll quickly warm up to guests. He’s just not so sure at first. So different than Evie in this way!
  • Olie’s little run is still so wobbly. He gallops like a champ, and sticks his hands out to his sides while he high-knee runs around, hoping someone will chase him. I could gobble that kid up. Om.

We are so proud of the new and wonderful things our little guy is doing! Happiest of birthdays to you, Olan! Our love for you is boundless, buddy!

To Our Little Buddy Olan

Hey Olio!

It’s time for you to turn two! My, oh my, it’s been a wonderful year of progress for you. You’ve always been an observer, and this year, I have seen you observe, learn from what you see, and then put into action your observations, and that is pretty fun to watch. Whether that be always saying “Olie try!”, taking your first steps, going “big boy style” down the stairs, or climbing into your chair at the table, you are gaining your own independent spirit rapidly. I see you observing Evie, and wow, you copy literally everything that she does! She sure loves you fiercely, even if she squeezes you too tight. I understand how she feels… it’s hard not to hug you as hard as I can!

You are swiftly growing from my baby to my boy. I’m lucky you still love to cuddle and rock at night. You still toddle around like you’re just learning to walk and run. Watching you try and climb things like a noob makes me smile (sticking your leg straight up onto an object isn’t real effective most times, ha ha!). The way you try and say every word that is uttered in our home is so sweet and I love to see you learn our language. These little baby things will soon be a thing of the past, so I am relishing in your littleness for as long as time allows. I do look forward to seeing what you love now expand into your interests and gifts! You are a big question mark right now, what with all of the things you love: dancing, music, baseball, football, water, cars, farm equipment, getting dirty, being clean, motorcycles, big trucks, food, snuggling with your blanket. What will you be like? I’m so glad to have a front row seat in watching your story unfold, Olan.

The Lord has been forming you into a gentle, cautious, willful boy this year. You are quick to apologize, eager to try new things (but not at the expense of you feeling in control), and anxious to do the tasks you set your heart on. I love these three traits I see in you. I am praying this year that God will shape these traits into your character as you grow. I would love to see you become a gentleman as you grow into a young man. It’s my desire to watch you take such care and caution in your decision-making to think about how those choices affect you and others around you. My heart would be so full to witness you seeking after Jesus with your whole heart, letting nothing get in your way. The enemy may see your gentleness as weakness, cautiousness as easily frightened, and your willfulness as self-seeking, but oh, what the Lord can do to turn those same traits into Godly character! We have much to anticipate for your life, sweet one.

Happy birthday, baby boy! I love you to bits!

Love,

Mom

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