Oh my word. I just want a recorder on Oliver ALL.THE.TIME! He says the funniest stuff continuously and I always think, "I'm gonna write that down," and true to form, life keeps going and I don't get around to typing it in. So here we are for a couple things:
2. Today I was sitting on the couch talking to my mom for a minute on the phone. Oliver came up to me to ask me a question and started pushing on my belly. I was leaning back so my gut was just too enticing, I guess. He whispered "fat belly" more to himself than to anyone. When I hung up I asked what he wanted and he asked me if I heard what he said (we've been talking about how you don't call people fat, etc). I repeated it and he proceeded to tell me that if my tummy got this big (demonstrating with his hands) it would mean you're having a baby. And then I told him how because I had him and his brothers, and especially charlie and dylan being in there together, I'm left with all this skin and pudge. He said, "Yeah. And it's a real good thing that you didn't die." Then turned around and walked away. Random boy. Yep, it IS a good thing I didn't die.