McDonalds, Seagulls, Bears...Vermont!

Hmmm. This blog is supposed to have a super cute video at the end but it doesn't because I'm working with some horrible A.I. that has decided to hold that super cute video hostage. I'll win this battle in the end but the end may be a few nights down the road.
In other important news, I almost hit a seagull in a McDonald's parking lot in Vermont. Eric's herbal endeavors are paying off and we now have a pot full of sprouting mint. And Oliver would much rather dance than eat peas. (I even put butter on them, come on little man.) But let us return to the seagull. 3, maybe 4, weeks ago a bear was killed. The bear was ruining a farmer's crops and so a hit was out on him, he had it coming to him, eating all that corn. Well, after taking the bear to get weighed (over 350 lbs.), the men decided to get some McDonalds. This is normal. A big ol' bear draped over the back of a pick-up in a McDonalds parking lot is logical, kind of . Seagulls?
In looking over this paragraph, I'm realizing that perhaps McDonalds is worse for me than I already knew. That plain burger, fries and too sweet tea that I ate before going to try on a pair of that modern cut of jeans called the Skinny cut, may not have been the scariest part of my venture into town. I'll be on the lookout for the elusive Bobcat- Mountain Lion- Panther next time I have a hankering for grease and self-torture. Good news though, the Skinny cut kind of makes me feel hip and cool and a little punk rocker, not really skinny but maybe that day will come, the jeans are fairly new to my not so skinny curves.

And now onto to Halloween News, just to get ya'll begging for more...I made Eric some very snug fitting pants out of faux snake skin. They are very scaley. A fabric store is a wondrous place. The same store where sweet baby blankets and endearing heirlooms are conceived, houses faux shame for the Carter family. Trick or Treat ya'll.
Ha. I've won the battle tonight!

Aren't we scary?
We, well maybe mostly me, are so looking forward to this Halloween. I've been working on Oliver's costume and I think it might just work out. You know a project is intense when you need 3 different types of scissors, paint, fabric, raffia and much more.
Hope we didn't scare you too much, so New Moonish huh?

Life

Sorry for the confusion, I was looking at this blog and thought I'd send myself a link to remind me to look at it again.

Anyway.

The other evening I stayed up late holding Oliver. He had roused up and I used it as an excuse to sit and rock and hold him. He fell asleep laying there in my arms and in the darkness I could just see his baby baby face. I only see that face now and then these days. Oliver will be 13 months old this Sunday and, as everyone always tells you, he is changing and growing up too fast. I really think I have enjoyed all the different days we have had these past 13 months +9 months! Of course, there were many many moments that I thought I'd lose my mind with exhaustion or frustration over exhaustion, but I love my sweet, silly boy.

And then I got to bookend my night by getting up with him early and rocking with him. Another glimpse at that baby baby face. Ahhh. Sweet gifts.

Oliver is walking and walking and walking everywhere these days. We have a great location for him to explore. We begin in our backyard, then cruise into the Marty's backyard and then mosey on through the next neighbors backyard all the way to the town green (only having to cross one street)! On our journey we pass a large Italian family of pigeons and a stump overflowing with flowers. Oliver loves the birds, I'm pretty sure birds are one of his favorite things. He doesn't shout or flap his arms, no, he just silently, silently points and he seems to be quieted for a little while after seeing this feathered family.

Maybe he gets his love of birds from me. I dream about flying, and the how-to involved for humans to fly. Really. I have dreams all the time involving flight. It is always a bit of an effort for me to take off, but it is well worth it in the end. And I'm always being chased, well most of the time.

What do ya'll dream about? Eric has been time traveling in his dreams recently, he always goes back to his first week of class at Vanderbilt. He assures me that he wants to find me, but he also plans on playing the stock market. He is so loving and and so honest. I'm not sure what Oliver dreams about, I guess Mommy and Daddy and James (his lovey) and a pacifier at his beck and call. Wait, that's reality. haha.

Here are some pictures from his wonderful Birthday Celebration weekend with his GranMaddie and Grandpa! Oliver loved all the extra attention, the extra hugs, the extra kisses, the extra sweets, the extra extra extra!

kevin & amanda { blog }

kevin & amanda { blog }

Sweet Busyboy

Here is a video of Oliver playing, quietly? Hmmm. (Disregard the old movie playing in the background, law school entertainment.)