I honestly don’t know what to make of this little guy. While I was pregnant with him I was a major bitch. Friends didn’t want to know me and I think that Tucker reconsidered his love match more than once. What’s funny is that Oliver is probably one of the happiest babies that I’ve ever met.
Oliver is one of those kids who locks on to you from across the room and watches you until you give in to his big ole cheeks and goofy grin. Everyone who has met him loves him. When I compare Ollie to Cara, I’m amazed at the differences. Cara was one of those babies who screamed – a lot. She didn’t want to be put down. She always wanted to nurse. Cara was definitely “high needs” and I ignored all of the looks and “kind words” since I didn’t know any different.
Now, I have Oliver as well and I can’t help but wonder if Oliver is the baby that everyone else gets the first time. Then again, I know that not everyone’s three month old rolls from their back to their front and back again. And not everyone’s three month old literally belly laughs when you tickle their ribs.
You see, I have a special little snowflake of a child [well…children. Both of my kids are geniuses 😉 ] While I’m on the topic of child geniuses, just because your child cuts teeth early, rolls early, walks early, [insert early accomplishment here] that DOES NOT mean that you’re child will win a Nobel Prize. I’m intelligent; I have the IQ test to prove it. Tucker is intelligent; he has the IQ test to prove it. Both Tucker and I are PRIME examples of smart people who have made dumb choices in our lives. Some of the “smartest” people I know of are of average IQs but possess an amazing quantity of drive and follow-through.
It will be interesting to see what kind of person Oliver develops into. He already brightens my day and he seems to bring a good quantity of levity to our lives.
Oliver is why we’re stopping at two kids. He’s pretty damn awesome and we figure that we would end up with the Anti-Christ if we had another.