Oliver is a cutie... and he has to be. Heavenly Father must have known that his handsome little face and sweet spirit would keep him safe. No other kid in my house is nearly as crazy, adventurous, daring, and opinionated as this feisty 2 year old. He definitely keeps me on my toes. I have had to take him off the stove (thankfully he hadn't turned it on), and off the counter where he was playing with knives. On two separate occasions, I have had to chase him down the street while I was literally only wearing a towel (don't ask). I have almost lost him, several times, both at the house when he some how got out, and while we are venturing out of the house, at places like the library or museums and parks. I'm lucky he is still here, not harmed, not lost, and pretty much just happy. He really does like to test his limits.
But, he is always wonderful. He loves to help me. He loves giving me hugs and kisses and telling me he loves me. He is the first to thank me for making dinner, for taking him fun places, for playing with him. He is just so full of love.
And after he plays hard... he sleeps hard.
I love my Red Headed Booty Shaker.
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