Hello! Oliver had a really good Thanksgiving up in Maine with Grandma Patty and Grandpa Richie, and Aunt Suz and Uncle Ian, and cousin Eli -- he didn't eat much (or really any) of the lovely dinner, but he still had a really good time. He liked playing with his friends up there, especially Weston from across the street.
Now that we're home, he's back to his old tricks again - he went for a big ride in his red wagon today (inside the house), pushed it around a lot, and got lots of pushes from his dad on his swingset outside. I laid down with him for his afternoon nap and then fell asleep with him by accident - oops! But it was nice!
He just finished his dinner - a whole bowlful of homemade celery soup that Grandma Carole made when she was here visiting. She froze individual portions for him, and he just loves it to bits. He ate every single drop of the whole portion, and probably would have kept going! Soup is one of his favorite things right now, nearly any kind at all. I'm going to start making more soups now, I'm determined!
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