When I was 4 months pregnant, I graduated with my MBA. A couple weeks later, a huge moving truck came to our tiny 2 bedroom apartment, packed up all of our earthly belongings (dwarfing them in the huge cavernous trailer transporting them 2000 miles across the country), and Nick and I moved out of our apartment – the first one we had moved into as newlyweds. We spent the next month or two gallivanting about, visiting family and new places and just adventuring and enjoying our last few months of freedom – EVER (sigh).
At 7+ months pregnant, we moved to a new city in a new state so I could take my big Corporate Job. We bought a home, scrambling to get everything moved in and settled before the baby came, and – surprise! – Oliver arrived 2 1/2 weeks early.
Some people have babies that lie there and look sweet, that giggle or coo or gurgle, who wiggle around cutely and cuddle with you and you can set them down and they’ll just sleep like an angel. I have no idea what that’s like. I mean, I’ve dreamed of that wistfully a thousand times. But I have no idea what that’s like, because I spent the first 3 months of Ollie’s life sobbing to my husband,”He hates it here! He hates it here! He’s never going to like it here!” Suffice to say he was a hellion of a baby (to put it lightly).
By some miracle, we made it through the first 3-4 months of his life alive (all 3 of us…seriously a miracle). And then the real miracle happened – Oliver became FUN. In a few weeks’ time he transformed from this shrieking, screaming, high-needs monster to a delightful, smiling, giggling, playful, adorable little boy that melts the heart of every woman he passes in the grocery store and every girl he flirts with in the pew behind us at church. I don’t know what happened – but I don’t ask questions. I’ll take it.
I also went back to work a little over 3 months after he was born (which is an experience for another blog post…or several). Being a new working mom is more exhausting than I anticipated. So, much to his grandmothers’ and great-grandmothers’ chagrine (who live 1500+ miles away), I haven’t posted many photos and videos of my Lil’ Bug. Sorry!
So, for your viewing pleasure, please enjoy a few of the things about Oliver that fill my heart to bursting each day, and keep me thanking my Father in Heaven that I was blessed to be Oliver’s mom.
My Favorite Sound in the World
Instead of Peek-a-boo, I “popped” out from behind something once, and it sent him into a fit of belly laughter – over and over and over. So “Pop!” is one of our regular giggly games now.
Oliver on the Move
A bit long, but the most recent of these 3 videos. My favorite part about this video is that you can see his excellent go-to Downward Dog position. 🙂
(because who could possibly get enough of these?!)