"There’s Baby Oliver!"
We hear that a lot when we go to pick up Lucy from school. Since the beginning of the school year, we have visited the playground across the street for an hour or two. Both of the kids love this time outside. I must say that I do, too.
One of the most popular requests is to hold Baby Oliver on a child’s lap. They line up on this little curb and I move him from lap to lap. Opal, who is two, is his biggest fan. She wants to hold him even though I’m certain that he outweighs her. After a few rounds of lap time today, I placed him on the ground in front of the girls. I was a little overwhelmed by all of the swirling girls that I felt myself shut down as I tried to remove as much mulch as possible so that I could get Oliver’s shoes back on his feet.
This week was the first week I really let Oliver get down and crawl. Granted it is only Tuesday, but I have seen the future and it involves way more laundry. And I’m out of laundry detergent. So I’ve made a special request that Henry will pick some up before he heads out of town for the rest of the week.
Today I had so much mulch embedded in my sweater that it felt like it was on my back. I think we are going to have to re-strategize our wardrobes. Ryann suggested that I wear a wind suit. My mind instantly flashed back to the neon orange LA Gear suit my dad bought my mom for Christmas in 1988. Come to find out, he is mad that she never wore it. I may be mulch free, but I would not go unnoticed in that getup. In not sure which would be worse.
So I am hoping jeans will help cut down on the mulch covering these little knees, equaling less mulch on my stomach. I need to vacuum O’s clothes before I put them in the laundry tomorrow.
Oliver he is covering new territory. Today Oliver went down the slide for the first time. I predict he will be fighting the big kids, Lucy included, to go first from now on. He even crawled under the bridge and examined the tire swing. Oliver is an outdoorsman indeed.