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Oliver is 3 years old!

At 3 years old, this silly boy loves being funny, reading books, watching tv, making up nonsense words, and getting out of the house! He plays with trucks and trains every single day, and loves to talk about dinosaurs. He loves his family, and flying on airplanes.

We got to celebrate the big boy's birthday with Chad and Andre, who are both in town.

We had pizza, root beer, chocolate cake, and a big pile of presents!

Oliver's Short Lived Swearing Habit

Oliver picked up a little swearing habit for a few days this summer.

His word of choice?

Dammit.

It was first heard while playing in the sprinklers.

My mom said she thought she heard it. I didn't believe her. I'm constantly forgetting that she is always right.

He next used the word while at Grandma Childs' house eating pineapple sherbet. He lost a spoonful of it on the table in front of him and very calmly said, "Dammit, I dropped my ice cream."

I laughed inside, and then had a talk with him about good words and bad words. I think we've got things under control again.

Did you know there is National Doughnut Day?

I love doughnuts a lot.

Imagine my surprise when I learned that there was a National Doughnut Day...

I almost missed out completely, but as soon as I heard about it, I piled Heather, Andre, and Oliver into the car (way past Ollie's bedtime) so that we could partake in the grand affair...

One trip to Fresh Market later and we had ourselves a bunch of delicious doughnuts and a new summer theme song: Can't Hold Us. You should see the moves Heather taught Andre and Oliver in the car...

Picking My Battles

I have to "pick my battles" a lot with Oliver. He is a very determined fellow. He doesn't have an opinion about everything, but when he does, watch out!

Today he emerged from his room with bright orange socks instead of the white that I asked for. When it became clear that he wasn't going to change his mind, I decided to just go with it.

They're only socks, after all.

Mixed Feelings

I'll be sleeping on the ground tonight...

One tent away from a gaggle of giggly teenage girls...

And it will probably be cold and rainy...

Ask me how I feel about that.

Probably a lot like Ollie felt when I stuck him in the corner for throwing an epic fit in the middle of the aquarium.

side note: Oliver was looking at this picture and said, "Oh, that Oliver needs to put his nose on the wall!"

You've got that right, kid.

The other day, we were headed out the door when I realized that Oliver needed a diaper change

He was so relieved when I was finished changing him that he jumped up, ran out the door, and tore down the  sidewalk without any pants!

 Pretty soon, he realized the error of his ways and began to regret his pants-less jaunt.

It was all rather comical, and in the end, we made it to the Safeway wearing all of the appropriate articles of clothing.