Olie Meets His Uncle Chris
Had a surpise visit from Uncle Chris (from Chicago) last night. With the hope that future visits might lead to baby sitting opportunities, I offered to teach the 2nd eldest surnamed Updyke of my generation (unofficial title) the ins and outs of diaper changing. He seemed game, so off to the changing table we went for a lesson.
Having been the recipent on several occasions of Olie's generosity, it seemed only fair to pre-warn my bro and ex-roomie about the potential hazards that lay ahead of us. Once properly armed, we embarked. And lo and behold, as if on cue, Olie whipped up some magic potion for us as soon as his huggie was removed. Chris was deeply impressed with his talent and timing.
Early on while still at the hospital, I sat Oliver down on my chest and pitched to him just how much more fun it would be if "accidents" occurred only when mom was working the changing table. I introduced the word mercurial to him so that he could dismiss any later accusations of lopsided treatment that might be flung at him. He'd simply say, "It's my mercurial nature, mom. I couldn't help myself." But, as is now evident, little Olie has elected to ignore dad's suggestion. My guess is that this won't be the last time he goes his own way.
Despite, or perhaps because of "the incident," Uncle Chris seemed to enjoy his introduction to Oliver. Later in the evening, he bravely gathered Olie into his arms and I observed how small little Olie appeared against my brother's broad chest. (I regret that I failed to snap a picture of the moment.) It is hard to believe that some day not so far off in the future 'lil Olie will stand eye-to-eye, and maybe toe-to-toe, with both of us.
Having been the recipent on several occasions of Olie's generosity, it seemed only fair to pre-warn my bro and ex-roomie about the potential hazards that lay ahead of us. Once properly armed, we embarked. And lo and behold, as if on cue, Olie whipped up some magic potion for us as soon as his huggie was removed. Chris was deeply impressed with his talent and timing.
Early on while still at the hospital, I sat Oliver down on my chest and pitched to him just how much more fun it would be if "accidents" occurred only when mom was working the changing table. I introduced the word mercurial to him so that he could dismiss any later accusations of lopsided treatment that might be flung at him. He'd simply say, "It's my mercurial nature, mom. I couldn't help myself." But, as is now evident, little Olie has elected to ignore dad's suggestion. My guess is that this won't be the last time he goes his own way.
Despite, or perhaps because of "the incident," Uncle Chris seemed to enjoy his introduction to Oliver. Later in the evening, he bravely gathered Olie into his arms and I observed how small little Olie appeared against my brother's broad chest. (I regret that I failed to snap a picture of the moment.) It is hard to believe that some day not so far off in the future 'lil Olie will stand eye-to-eye, and maybe toe-to-toe, with both of us.
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