18 Months

Oliver is a year and a half old today. 

He's a tall boy. Running around pretty swiftly now. He speaks a lot - the cutest word he says is "avocado," which I will attribute to Oliver's staying a week with Grandma and her Paleo diet. 

Swimming is going after a two-month hiatus and Oliver is doing well. He finally has been given permission to come to class in clothes and shoes next week so that he can start practicing for his 5 minute float (the next big test). This I will give credit for to Nana and PopPop's new pool in Palm Springs and the 2 solid hours we spent practicing in it last weekend. He did great at his last two classes after that. There are seriously two-year-olds at swim classes without their parents in the water because they can swim. Could be us! 

Watching himself chew food in the camera

Oliver is into trains, airplanes, monkeys, cats, busses and pointing them out every time he sees one, fish, big trucks, singing Itsy Bitsy Spider...  We still do music class and are excited to start "Balls! Balls! Bonanza!" at the community center in a couple of weeks. If nothing else, I love the name. He needs to burn off his energy or he gets really annoying. And then he crashes hard for one or two naps a day. He's been sleeping a lot. 

I've started doing some Barre3 classes, which are make-you-sweat-and-shake hard and they have a small daycare area. Oliver survived 2 sessions of daycare successfully, but I've tried 2 more times and he cried so much I was pulled out of class. Oh well, I can still go when Mitchell watches Oliver, and I'm sure he'll grow out of getting so upset. 

Doc appt in a couple of weeks and we'll get the physical stats.