O: Year 1

This one year business is legit… my little buddy is one year old now.

Olan bae has really come a long way since month eleven. He is finally fine with picking up his own food and chomping on it himself! It’s a miracle! What progress he has made! He is drinking through a straw, and has given up the bottles very effortlessly it seems. This last week I have cuddled up with him while he drinks away the last of the good stuff from the freezer before bed. I am going to miss this phase in a way! But also so thankful to put away washing bottles and the like for awhile. We made it a whole year, the goal has been reached! Praise the Lord.

I love the emerging little dude that we’ve seen this month… the other day, all the way from his room he heard the tickle ruckus that daddy and Evie were creating in the living room and crawled his whole self into where his family was and joined in on the fun. He turns the pages of books and loves to touch and feel and flip and peek around in books. I have thoroughly enjoyed this with him! He’s pointing at specific things (the light whenever he gets his diaper changed), trying to say words (not real successful yet!), is the hungriest hippo in the west (he loves to watch me cook, just like his sissy, and will pace and moan in the kitchen until you give him a handout or pick him up), his adventurous side has him crawling under beds to get stuff, he’s got a calloused knee from crawling all over tarnation (his peg leg crawl is pretty adorable), and he’s taken a special interest in cars and balls and hammers.

The good-bye wave is finally coming along, he gives high fives without a thought, he points at what he wants, he can show you his hair, he is beginning to understand basic commands like go get it and come here, water is still his favorite method of mess making, he knows how to throw his food (not cool… already had a few hand slaps to stop this naughty habit before it begins!), and he loves making noises into Evie’s karaoke microphone. He’s all of 26 pounds and 32 inches tall!

His top two teeth are now IN (he is much more apt than Evie was to lett us know he’s getting a new tooth), he sleeps like a doll, is a happy human being (unless he’s hungry and sees that you have food you might be depriving him of), and loves giving real hugs and reaching for people he loves! I will take a big bear hug any day from this sweet bear of mine. Gosh darn it, Olan. I love you! Happy birthday little buddy.

Disclaimer: This photo shoot was probably one of the worst I’ve had. Olie was so squirrelly and would NOT smile one little bit. He just pranced around with his face to the ground or a rock in his mouth and whined the whole time until I got a snack out. So the only smiles you see are ones where he’s stuffed his face with Teddy Grahams. Little punk! Ha ha! I am disappointed that his one year old pictures didn’t turn out magical, but these will have to do for now. Better luck next time, dude.

Olan is One!

My sweet babe is one year old next week! Contrasted to Evie’s first year of life that seemed to actually take a real year of time to pass, Olan’s first year has gone by at warp speed. We love our little cutie all the same though!

Olan’s party was a little bit crazy. While we had September 16 on the calendar for Olan’s shindig, the week before we had scheduled his party, Hurricane Irma brought our Holly and Ray into Kansas territory for the time being. A few days earlier, my dad told me that he hadn’t thought about the date, and that he was performing a wedding down in Goodland on Olan’s party day, so he wouldn’t be able to make it. Mom-in-law, Janine, had already informed me that her ONS workshop was the same day as the party, so she’d have to slip out and miss part of it.

All of this culminated on Friday evening. Since so many conflicts were coming up and Holly and Ray were going to be in town (!), we decided, what the heck? Why not throw the party tomorrow? We had pretty much everything ready to go except a cake plan. We spent the next morning and afternoon putting together our home for our baby boy’s one year birthday party. Evie and I ran all over town getting food and last minute items, and we went at it!

The party was a success! Not only did it push us to get a few more house projects done (i.e. deck lights! Yay!), it was pretty great to be able to have our family around for a beautiful evening of fun. (Sad to have missed a few guests, but you were with us in spirit!)

The “cake” ended up being “O Henry” bars, a bit atypical for a one year old’s birthday treat, but fitting for our little O Henry, and he seemed to enjoy it, as he wore a little chocolate goatee while chomping! I went with the Mo Willems’ Pigeon book series theme, complete with a hot dog party (the Pigeon’s dream come true in the books). Thank you, Miles Wolters, for the inspiration! 🙂

Gifts included the coveted Skip Hop iguana backpack and matching water bottle (he loves already!), a bike helmet, a hammer toy, Halloween costume, the awesome John Deere dump trucks, books, clothes, and the bouncing donkey toy.. ha ha! We gifted Olie with a new car seat for Evie so that Olan can have her old seat… good thing he’s only one, pretty sure that won’t fly again. He also got some punch balloons and a new Lightning McQueen car from us. He’s a spoiled little dude!

Thankful to the Lord for all he has gifted us with in Olan.

O: Month 11

OOOOOOOOOOOO!

This kid is a pretty fun baby to have around. I think I’ll keep him.

I am so relieved (and somehow sad too) that eleven months marks the beginning of the weaning process. I feel like I am going to have soooo much more freeeeeedom. But then there’s this strange wistful twinge attached to it that I never see coming. The baby of our family is growing out of babydom. Aww, man. It’s been going well though, he drinks moo-milk now at each meal from a sippy cup, and we cut back his mom-milk to four bottles of five ounces each day. It is glorious to be able to leave the big black bag at HOME during the day. It’s the little things, people.

O is still demanding that someone feed him, although hope is right around the corner I can see. On a rare occasion, I’ll see him sneak a bite on his own… but I’m pretty certain he’s learned how to work his parents into bowing down to his every victual need. Watch out baby, I’m on to you.

I’ve got a cuddly bug who still loves to be carried and held. He follows you everywhere around the house, moaning for attention if you don’t give in right away. He makes lots of different sounds, he is pulling up to a standing position (although early on in the month, once he got to standing, he was stuck standing until someone rescued him. WAAAA!)

Olan still loves water and is getting pretty brave in the bathtub. He flips onto his belly and splashes all over. He’s much feistier than Evie was at this age! His favorite toys are balls and balloons by far, although cars seem to be of a particular interest lately too. He is also actually starting to turn pages in books and sitting still enough to read a whole book with me. YAY!

He’s such a sweet thing – sleeps from 7:30-6:00ish each night, still rocking the 18 month clothes, size 3 diaper, short morning nap and the two hour afternoon one. Can’t complain about this guy, he’s just the best! Twelve months, here we come!

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