December 12th, 2018

I had a rough few weeks with Oliver. I know he was just a curious little 3 year old and I can’t wait to see what he becomes someday. But…I was nearly at my wits end with all of his antics he pulled off in a just a few days time. I’ve already recorded them in his journal, so it will suffice to say that making Christmas cookies with him didn’t put an end to his shenanigans, but it helped me have a little bit of peace again with him. To stop and just watch him, to watch his smushy, sticky hands shake the sprinkles, and to watch  his dark brown eyes light up when he finally got to take a bite. Those simple moments made me fall in love with him all over again. I love you forever, Oliver boy. No matter how much mischief you cause.