Oak.

It's been awhile since I've featured each of my lovely children. I'll start with Oak. Oak just drank half of my coffee. He also snatched my cookie. For those doing the math in their head that's about a bazillion times too much sugar for this early in the day, and a hefty dose of caffeine. I think maybe Grandma wants him for the day. Yeah, that's a good plan. Give him to grandma. Oh, wait. Grandma will give him more cookies and ice cream. Ok, it's settled. He stays.

Last night we were on the front porch (around midnight) and Oak says "Where Moo (moon)?" and starts pointing at the sky. Now, this is a question he's been able to ask for a few months already, some of his first words actually. Tonight was more exciting when the question was followed by several statements like "see stars" and "oh airplane" and "what are we doing". He didn't stop when we came inside. Can you say language explosion? In addition to adorable language-ness, he's also quite adept at using a variety of amusing expressions to drive home his babbling point. The kid is a riot. I'm glad he's here.

He was falling asleep in his carseat downstairs with us for a long time. When he's good and asleep we unbuckle him and take him to his bed. For some reason this has not been happening (busy couple of weeks has us all off our routines) so he's in bed with us. Tonight this ends. This morning when I woke to dog whining at 6:30 (good thing this isn't a dog post or I'd have to censor) I found Oak splayed out between dh and I, upside down and feet and elbows digging into every uncomfortable spot they could find on dh and I. I didn't dare move him for fear of him waking up, but I managed to sneak away. That rendered going back to bed impossible because my space was swallowed by flailing 25lb 2yo so I was up for the day.

So, that's my baby boy and his recent adventures with language and personal space. Tomorrow: Zella