Monday, March 1, 2010

Whoa Baby

Should I be concerned that it seems this baby in my belly becomes more active at bedtime? Is that a foreshadowing of life outside the womb for this one? Oh dear. A bit of good news concerning the baby - we did break it to Oliver that 'Blackie' would probably be just a nickname and not something we call the poor dear all the time. He took the news rather well.
Speaking of bedtime, Oliver has graduated to a big boy bed! I know it's about time - he's 3. But the crib was still working so we thought what the heck? Was working. A few weeks ago, shortly after putting the Olive to bed, we heard a crash, like Santa just landed his team... inside. I thought surely our boy Ollie jumped ship. No. He was jumping alright...IN his bed. The platform for the mattress let go in one corner and there you go. Big boy bed. I'll post pictures soon -- his room is really coming together with his little train car beds and books and animals. Fun!
Okay, on the note of Santa Claus: Oliver informed me the other day he wants a chimney for 'Sanda'. That's what happens when you watch Winnie the Pooh's Christmas in the off-season.
News from the wood shop: Andrew, due to a swiftly approaching deadline, worked 82 hours IN ONE WEEK a couple weeks ago, which I didn't know was humanly possible. Oliver and I spent some late nights working with him which is kind of fun. We all have our little niche there at the shop. Things we're good at. For me it's monotony (sanding, planing, sanding), Oliver - movies (like Pooh's Christmas while he's perched atop a mountain of moving-blankets), Andrew making it all come together. And boy does he.
Oh, one more hilarity. My parents are gluttons for punishment, particularly in the grandparenting department. They invite Oliver to spend the night and SLEEP WITH THEM every time we're together. On the rare occasion that this comes to pass, there's actually not much sleeping taking place, especially for Grandma and Grandpa. They subjected themselves to the torture of Oliver's elbows and knees one night last week. After the three stooges were all snug for the night - at eleven bells! - Grandma says, "Goodnight sweetheart." Grandpa replies, "Goodnight." Oliver says, "She was talkin to me."
Whoa baby.

6 comments:

Jill said...

Thanks for the laughs, Liz! Love to hear what's new with your fam! Can't wait to meet the little one:)

LD said...

This is so precious, esp. the bed scene... LOL!! I can just hear Grandma Carol and Grandpa Bob laughing :))

Anna said...

oh my stars! hilarious. mom and dad have changed.

angie said...

oh my gosh, that is TOO funny! your little olives is a clever boy, he is. :) also, i'm glad you've broken the news that you won't be calling baby t "blackie" after all. but who knows? maybe once you meet the wee one, you might change your mind!
hehe

moren blog said...

Liz, I spent a lot of nights awake with a very active little baby. Now that he is born he is still very wiggly when he is awake but that is at most 4 hours out of 24 so you might not having anything to worry about. Good Luck! I can't wait to meet him/her. Maggie

carol said...

so, when's oliver coming to sleep with grandma and grandpa again?