Last night, I went in Oliver's room to check on him while he was sleeping. I have been noticing lately how much he is starting to sleep like a little boy, instead of a baby. So Ian comes in with me and we are watching our sweet little guy snoring softly, talking about how perfect he is....and then Oliver farts. A really long fart. But continues to snore away. We practically had to run out of the room so we wouldn't wake him with our laughter. Oh, boys.
In other baby news, Ian has officially felt Baby kickboxing. He/She has been keeping me up late at night, just like Oliver did. But it's fun!