We are in California right now for a little trip to see family and soak up some sunshine. Its been fun to go to the beach and the pool, although Oliver wishes he was bigger and could swim on his own. He gets very mad when I have to hold him in the pool, he is just a little too fearless for my taste. Why is he not more like me and afraid of everything?
For those of you who know me well know that I am very OCD about having a clean house, clean husband and clean son. Its so hard for me to just plop Oliver's food down on his tray and let him go at it. Well here is evidence why I hardly ever do it. The food goes immediately from the tray into his hair! I am not sure if he is happy or sad in this picture but his potato salad hair is rockin!
