This morning as I was laying in bed, sleepily aware that Ben just walked out the door to work, I hear footsteps running upstairs. That can't be a good sign. (we don't have an upstairs, other than a finished attic which we hardly ever use) We do have an old computer upstairs that Nathan has been playing games on recently, so I figured that's what he was doing. I went to get Ollie from his crib and was very excited when he looked at me and said clear as day, "It's a bat," as he was pointing to a little baseball bat on the wall. At almost 17 months, I didn't think he was talking as much as Nathan was at his age, but he is picking up words left and right, including his favorite saying "ut-oh" that actually sounds more like "a-hole".
Anyway, Nathan walked in and had something behind his back. He gives it to Oliver and smiles lovingly, "Surprise! Happy Valentine's Day, Oliver! I love you." and gives him a hug and a kiss. Last week when we were printing out Valentine's Day cards for his classmates, I told him he should give one to Oliver, and he remembered.
Oh, be still my heart.
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