To be three

Oliver has been at this "three" business for a few weeks now and he's really getting good at it. He's got more energy, the need to be more independent, he's fully potty trained, he started preschool, he's officially done with naps (not falling asleep 'till 9pm on nap days makes that happen real fast), he has started to say potty words such as poo poo, toot, bottom and butt. I know you must be thinking that those are really not that bad, but he says them in a way that is super naughty and he knows it. Like, "I am going to toot on your face." I mean really? Must boys start being gross at such a young age? Speaking of boy things, Oliver is excellent at making shooting noises and throwing a fake punch and kick. Once again, really? Boy shenanigans. He also has mastered the art of a good tantrum (I thought 2 yr old tantrums were bad....I had know idea). The child just knows what he wants and well, if you can't, don't or won't deliver you may regret it. But I mean really, he's still pretty dang cute and smart and can be the sweetest little guy (he's kinda like a sour patch kid) and I am just hopping that we can work through all the non cute, potty talk, tantrum throwing, fake shooting at people when they make him mad three year old business. If we make it through that I'll let you know how it goes. 

Oliver had his first dental visit. He did pretty great and the assistant was super fun with him. He got to do his own suctioning!

I ordered the two of us pretty awesome matching tank tops. And the other day I said to Oliver, "are we friends?" to which he responded, "yes." And then I said, "What kind of friends?" Hoping he'd say best. But instead he said, "the kind that have matching shirts." That made me pretty happy, because best friends have matching shirts, right?

On his third Birthday Oliver started swim lessons. They weren't his favorite, but he completed them and got an otterpop and certificate.

How sweet is this? He LOVES it when Tim or I lay with him when he's trying to fall asleep. And then this happens. How can you say no to that?

Oliver has been much more aware of Peter. This is a good and bad thing. He's pretty convinced that Peter is out to get him and I am constantly trying to convince him that really Peter just wants to be like him. It's going to take a lot to convince him.

The other morning Oliver woke up like this, tired and cranky...

...but after a good sneeze (no joke) he was all giggles. 

Oliver LOVES his cousins! SO MUCH! He wants to go to their houses and play with them all the time. He also loves grandmas house and "chloclate milk."

Here Oliver uses the volt meter to "check the batteries" in his transformers.

Monsoon rain runnin' with Rhett.

Tim caught Oliver helping me make popcorn and being sweet with me. 

Another presleep snuggle....priceless. I need to bust this picture out when I feel like he doesn't like me. 

First day of preschool!!

Pre-nursery potty break with Max. I'm not even kidding, this kid LOVES his cousins...and to make ridiculous faces.

Oh Oliver, you are such a character!! Love this little three year old in all his adorable terrible random glory!