Please Sir, I Want Some More

Sing along. Ol-i-ver, Ol-i-ver, never before has a boy wanted more. Ol-i-ver, Ol-i-ver, never before has a boy wanted more. Yes, after months of signing to Oliver, he has finally rewarded us by signing back “MORE.” As in, “Mommy, can I have more Cheerios to feed Bella?” He did it all weekend. I think we have to say that this is his first word. (What we thought was “milk” a few months ago, seems to have been a mere hand exercise.)

And speaking of hand exercise, Oliver has also consistantly mastered the wave. He’s so proud of his new skill that he waves hello not just when you come home, but when you enter a room, or simply when he feels he hasn’t checked in in a while. He’ll just turn around and wave at you. He even waves at no one in particular. On our morning walk last Fri., he proceeded, hand held high from his stroller, waving the royal wave like the English Queen. “Hello, to all my fans out there. Greetings and salutations.”

Much to Mom’s delight, Oliver also started dancing about 2 weeks ago. Every time you sing to him, play music or bang on anything, his little legs go up and down. Not surprisingly then (and as you can see from the attached picture), Olie loves his music class, which he started a few weeks ago. Last week he was the only student to actually “play” the piano, meaning he was quite content to bang on it for a long time, while the other babies just walked away.

Oliver’s new favorite game is Lights On. Whenever he can, he likes to turn the lights on and off. Yes, pull cords, flip switches, and dimmers, we’re mastering them all. When he can’t reach, he points to the light and says, “ah, bah, bah, bah.” Which means, “Please dearest Mummy, will you kindly turn the light on?” This is particularly useful in the car when the sun goes down. Much to the chagrin of drivers behind us, I turn the little light over his head on and off, while he laughs and squeals with delight. Cory and Michele gave O a turtle that shines green, blue or white stars through its shell onto the ceiling. Oliver goes to sleep pointing up at them every night. Often when he wakes up in the morning, he immediately reaches towards the ceiling searching for his stars, and I have to tell him, “Stars only come out at night, Hon.”


And Oliver now feeds me Cheerios, too. He thinks this is a riot.

All this advancement is so much fun. Please Oliver, we want some MORE.