I've been wanting to make this blog topic for a while now. Oliver has gotten to the point where he occasionally says the most hilarious things. It seems fitting to record them here, so I can tease him later. Expect to see these posts fairly regularly, especially as he gets more vocal.
This afternoon, we left my parents' house and headed to Andrew's parents' house to make our Mother's Day rounds. As we pulled into my in-laws' driveway, Oliver looks around and says in complete and utter awe, "So many garages!"
Funny, but it can't compete with what he said a few months ago. I was in the midst of changing Jo's diaper on my bed. I took off her soiled diaper and turned around to grab a wipe. She was at the base of the bed, but this was before she was rolling over, so I didn't have to worry about her falling off the bed. The moment I turned away, she started pooping. It shot out like mustard from a squeeze bottle, and she left a trail of liquid baby poop on the carpet. Yes, it squirted out of her butt and onto the floor. Babies are amazing little creatures. The carpet in our house is an absolute wreck already, so it wasn't that big of a deal. I grabbed an old towel and blotted it to get the worst of it up. I finished changing Jo, and then I went downstairs to check on Oliver and to get the bottle of vinegar to finish the cleaning job. Oliver came back upstairs with me and saw Jo's poop mess on the carpet. He looked distressed, and then he pointed to it and said, "Oh no! Mom peed!"