Not quite sure what to say other than "way to drop the ball on Ollie's blog, thank you very much".
So, there's that.
And an update: He's huge. Bigger than his sisters (thank YOU very much and you and you and you!).
Our not-so-little boy is about 8 months old now, with some skin to grow into still, and some energy to burn still... but not the overwhelming kind, thank you VERY much. He's mellowed out, and become a productive member of society - not that depressing example of youth wasted to gang violence that he once was. Or rather, youth wasted to peer-pressure-induced grand theft auto, joy rides and what not. Or rather, youth wasted to early alcoholism and crusty punk rock, eyeliner on boys and pants tighter than could ever be anatomically appropriate. Or... whatever it was that was stressing me out, I can't recall... it's all a blur of red fuzz and yelping and screeching, teeth, slobber.
His hookworms made him a bad bad boy. With little bitty razor blade teeth.
Now that's all fixed, he feels good, I feel puncture-free. Jared has a lifelong, surprisingly gentle with his teeth, WWE Smackdown arch rival. Complete with body slams, backbreakers, full nelson, half nelson, off-the-ropes clotheslines. You name it, they've done it to each other (yes, I'm still talking about the dog). Don't believe me? Google it.
When it's not WWF's Ollie the Obliterator time, he's mellow and sweet and snuggly and responsive. We're all a big happy family - the 5 of us all snuggle up on the futon and watch romantic comedies together. Or terrifying sci-fi movies (we cover Ollie's eyes still at the scary parts). He lays on me while I apply for jobs, providing just the extra 102 degrees of warmth I need in our un-insulated living room in the middle of the summer, thanks.
Love this little guy. <3
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