Da Da's Muddy Waters

I started off this morning dragging because Ollie woke us up as soon as we went to bed last night. He's really trying to get those teeth in, but they just won't cut (no pun intended) him any slack. So even though we were back in bed by midnight, I didn't rest too well because I kept thinking he would wake up at any moment.

At 7:41, I heard Grammie and her wagon coming up the sidewalk, punctual as always. Ollie was already back in bed after eating his prune juice/cereal goodness, so I was glad he didn't have to wake up. I headed off to work, wishing I could stay home with my little guy, but knowing he was in good hands.

Today was a tough one at work. One problem after another, so I was excited when Grammie sent me a text message letting me know she was making dinner for Daddy and me. And best of all it was beef tips and noodles-YUM! I love Ollie's grandmothers!

On the way home I drove through Sonic for happy hour and got a Low-Cal Strawberry Limeade for me and an Orange Limeade for Daddy. We arrived home at the same time and headed down to Grammie's to pick up our sweet baby. Ollie was winding down from a long day of fun with both Grammie and Poppy, but was happy to see us. He was so happy that he grabbed onto my straw, sucked up some Limeade and got his first taste of a sweet drink. He started smiling, grunting, and kicking his feet. Oh, and grabbing for the straw to get another taste!

Grammie told us she thinks Ollie's saying something that sounds like "Da Da" but Daddy and I weren't buying it. Mostly because we didn't want to admit that we missed his first word, but also because grandmothers tend to be overly optimistic about their grandchildren. We decided to listen carefully the rest of the night and see what we thought.

When we arrived home Ollie crashed for a late afternoon nap and Daddy and I dug into the beef and noodles Grammie sent for dinner. There is nothing better than not having to cook after a long day! My ankle was swollen from climbing up and down a ladder for a good portion of the day, so after we ate, Daddy cleaned up and I propped my feet up on the couch. Before I knew it, 55 minutes had passed and I was startled by Ollie's whimpering.

Once Ollie ate dinner, he couldn't wait to drive his car, so outside we went. Eventually, Daddy joined, even if he was a little on the crabby side. Not long after hanging with Ollie and listening to my singing Old MacDonald, Daddy cheered up and even started snapping pictures of Ollie and me. Even though he was really gabby, we didn't hear Ollie say anything that resembled what Grammie reported.


Next thing we knew, it was nearing Ollie's bed time, but first he had to get a bath. Something about his ducky tub brings out the giddiness in my little boy, because he laughed, splashed, and gabbed the entire time he was in the tub. We think we may have heard what Grammie was talking about, but watch the clip below and form your own opinion.



All that talking must have relaxed Ollie because the prunes kicked in as he was finishing up his bath. Somehow we had dodged this bullet for over 8 months, so I'm not complaining. The funny thing was Grandpa was calling the exact moment this was taking place, so as soon as we got things under control Daddy called to explain why we were unavailable. I think this made Daddy's evening, and probably Grandpa's too.

Now, Ollie's sleeping and I'm hoping he stays that way all night. I have another long day at work tomorrow and I just learned that next week will be really busy too. I hope I can keep up this crazy pace without losing my mind! Off to bed.