Ollie

 Caught in the act, and all he had to say for himself was, "Cheese!" Little turkey. I'm just feeling like I need a post about Ollie. I adore this kid, and his lack of intensity is like a breath of fresh air, but sometimes with his soft, easy going nature, he has a tendency to be over-looked sometimes. I try really hard to make sure that that doesn't happen. To deliberately ignore the squeaker wheels sometimes and give this little fellow the grease.

 I love him so. I love his little mischief grin, and his developing sense of humor. I love his fluffy hair and his chubby turned-in feet. I love when he crawls in bed with me to snuggle in the mornings before the other kids are up. And I love that I have always been able to communicate with him and understand exactly what he wants, even though he doesn't use many words yet.

I especially love that he feel asleep in his high chair at dinner tonight, and how the light from outside was reflecting off of his little straw-colored head, making him look like the angel baby that he is.