Fairly Symmetrical

Ollie's had a rough couple of days--diagnosed with (possiblyprobably bogus) "failure to thrive", another round of painful vaccinations--but nothing seems to really keep him down. Tonight, I was waiting for the bathtub to fill and blowing raspberries on Ollie's chest, and he stole my glasses. He seemed to think this was the most hilarious thing ever, especially when I asked if I could have them back; he was chortling and giggling and clutching them in his little fists.

Blasted clever children. Ah well, at least he was having fun. I never thought that the precious few moments before a bath at bedtime, when my baby boy is giggling at me and happy, would be the best part of the day, but I guess life holds surprises for all of us. :)

Not least of which is that Ollie is the biggest flirt I've ever met. I don't know how two introverted, socially reserved people managed to have the world's most social baby, but here we are. I hope he doesn't lose that friendly outlook as he gets older.