Last week we had a picnic in the park with a bunch of friends to take advantage of the lovely weather. Everyone had a great time (even if we didn't end up playing cricket) and it was a fun to show off how much Ollie has grown. But the absolute highlight for the O-bear was sharing a Mr Whippy ice-cream with me. He loved it SO much and with each mouthful he tensed his arms and legs up with excitement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Plus he managed to get it all over his face. Too cute.
Another fun activity was a visit to our friend Rachel and Christian's house to talk about our trip to Bali next year. While the company was great, the weather was super hot, so I did what any mum would do and comandeered the galvanised bucket for drinks and turned it into a nice splash pool for Ollie. He had a lovely time (actually two lovely times) and made a nice big mess all over the deck. I didn't complain at getting covered in water as it did a nice job of cooling me down too and I'm pretty sure the other grown ups would have joined him in there if they thought they would fit.
But the absolute highlight of the week for us was the long-awaited return of Nanna Carmel from Qatar. Having not seen Ollie since January, Carmel was amazed at what a big boy he has become and had a lovely time catching up on all the cuddles that she has missed. Ollie was very spoilt with lots of gorgeous clothes and especially loved the big fluffy toy camel that he was given. But he wasn't too sure about the noise it makes - it is pretty loud - but thankfully it doesn't spit!!!
We got to see Nanna Carmel a few times, including on Sunday night to celebrate Aunty Em's birthday (no flat meat though). Ollie always has a great time with his Aunty Hayley, Emma and Uncle Luke. There is never any shortage of arms to cuddle him and he particularly loves having such a big audience for his nudey streaker run. This time it was even captured on Skype and broadcast to Rob in Qatar. He has gone international!!
In the development stakes, Ollie is doing a great job of cruising around the furniture standing up. The other morning I caught him standing on top of his little sofa on his tip toes trying to reach the TV. I guess all the dangerous/breakable things now have to go up another level.
Comments
Post a Comment