Ok, so I know I always put way more pictures on here than writing, but that's mostly because I'm not the world's best writer and never feel I have anything entertaining today. But this is actually worth mentioning: Oliver, my sister Allison's oldest boy (pictured with Owen above), has from the very beginning of his life seemed to be a bit ahead of the game. He is not even 2 yet but he can count to 19, sing just about any song you request, has extensive imaginary conversations on the phone (conversations that include full sentences and go something like this: "Hi Holland! Uh-huh. Owen's here and Auntie Jen's here and Baby Jack's here and Mama's here. Yeah. We're playing with trucks, Holland. Yeah. Ok, talk to you later. Bye!") He can do a whole bunch of other impressive things, but the point is, Oliver seems to be REALLY smart. But even knowing that, today the little twirp completely surprised me and brought tears to my eyes. So here's the setting: I was making lunch for the clan and was reaching for the raisins to put on the salad when I accidently knocked our container of strawberry Quick mix on the floor. Basically the entire container of pink sugar flung all over the kitchen floor. Yeah, huge mess. And...I was also really bummed because most of it went to waste. So as I was kinda frustrated and fuming and on my knees cleaning the mess up, Oliver walked up to me and in his sweetest voice said: "I'm sorry Auntie Jen." Ok, Oliver had nothing to do with making the mess. I was the one who knocked it over. Oliver was merely trying to comfort me and trying to show me the he felt bad for me. I don't know about you, but I've never in my life seen a 1 year old show empathy....and then express it to me. And I've been around a lot of kids in my life. He's a sweet one, that's for sure!Here they are playing with Grandma (again):
Uncle Brian and Owen enjoying each other's company:
At Hudson's birthday party:
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