An Ollie Tale
Where to begin? Ah, yes. Concerning Ollie...
Ollie's are happy, jolly and love to eat. You prefer to be held, comfortable and cozy, rather than run off and have adventures.
Thus making you a hobbit of sorts...
Kid, you gotta stop growing. I cannot believe you're FOUR years old. I looked at your birthday entry for last year and it feels just so far away. You've grown so much in the last year. You are, and always have been, your own person. It's just got a bit of sass on it now. No one, not even your dad and I, can make you do anything you don't want to do. I love and hate that. It will serve you well in your life but when I tell you to pick up your pants off the floor it makes me crazy. You give zero fucks, man.
You have such emotions and are learning to manage them. If you're embarrassed, scared, sad or mad you try to hide away until the feeling passes. We encourage you to let the tears out if you've got them. Because it's okay to cry. However you're feeling, it's okay.
You still aren't a fan of bugs. But now, when you're feeling brave and you see a flying bug you sing "Shoo, Fly, Don't Bother Me" like a champ, then run over to tell us you were brave.
You have become even more of a comfort baby. You are like a cat, hiding and squeezing yourself into corners or between couch and ottoman, watching the iPad. You love to be enclosed or hidden. Good thing one of your gifts this year was a fort from Ms. Christine.
I love how much you love your people. And whenever we ask you why you love someone, your answer still is, "because I do." That's true love, sweets. Just because you do. I just love that.
The Beatles are a serious love of yours. I think you know more Beatles songs than I do. I love your love of music. You get that from your mom and dad. We love to sing and dance and be silly with a song on all the time. I ADORE when we're out and a song comes on, you stop and yell, "We know this song!" Like it's the craziest thing ever.
You are so articulate and honest and creative and I can always see your mind figuring things out. When you ask me "Are me and Goh-Goh (Felix) completely different kids still?" And boy are you. I can't get over how you tackle a problem and how Felix does. This causes strife with you two but it also makes you so bonded. I am so happy when I hear the laughing from the USLR or the back of the van because you both are playing and imagining.
You are definitely still "The Darkness". From choosing to play the villain to enjoying Diablo to refusing to accept your brother's apology just to hurt him to your questions about death - you're The Darkness. Your questions about death and dying and how does it feel and when will it happen are all asked so fervently and usually at bedtime. I hope your dad and I provide you comfort and answers. It can be a scary world out there, but I want to answer all your questions as honestly and clearly as I can.
Finally, I rarely see me in you. Yes, we have the same curly hair and big eyeballs but you are your dad, though and through. But every once in a while, I can see me. When you walk into a crowded room, look around and go, "Nope" and we leave - that you get from me. When you want to do all the things and then really don't want to do anything, you get that from me.
I can't wait to see what adventures we all get into in the years to come. Complete with second breakfast, elevensies and the other four meals when we can get them.
It's been an incredible year, one of the best of my life. I'd do it all over in a heartbeat, there and back again, for sure. Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
All my love,
Your mama
To My Birthday Boy
To My Birthday Boy,
Oh sweet boy. What a wonderful, hilarious, joyful, exceedingly blissful year it’s been. What do you think of your life so far? It’s hard to believe that, six years ago today, I was just going in for one of your last checkups only to find out that you’d be joining us in the world a few short whirlwind hours later.
Every time someone asks me how old my kids are I hesitate because it cannot possibly be true you are six years old. You're such a whole PERSON these days, I can't get over it. So much has changed in one year.
I swell with pride when you own your feelings. When you read me a book. When you are kind and giving without a thought they you shouldn’t be. When you think of others. When you encourage your brother or a stranger. When you remind me you’re only six.
I cannot believe you’re six. You’re in SCHOOL. You’re reading. You like to sit and think about numbers. “Mom. Did you know 5 and 11 is 16?” You did not get that from me.
You and I are so similar. We have the same wants and desires and issues. We are very particular in how we want things done. We are, I’m sorry, totally Type A personalities. This will serve you well when you’re grown. It’ll get things done. You’ll be really organized and in charge. But being like this while small and growing up, can be challenging, to say the least.
I guess what I want you to know about the way our brains can work is that, you’ll always be thinking, figuring out, running things over in your brain, sometimes overthinking and being anxious, but it’s okay. It’s all part of the wonderful person you are. Your magnificent brain is a valid, essential part of the keen intellect you possess. It’s not anything you can or should change. Now and In the coming years, we’ll help you, teach you, to harness it and direct it to greatness, comfort and happiness.
Because we’re so similar, we’re often at each other’s throats. I’m grateful we are both so verbal so after the fighting and yelling and bickering we can talk about whatever has happened, go forward, start again. I can tell it shows you it’s okay to start again. To mess up. To tell and fight. Because we ALWAYS love each other. The beginning again doesn't even seem to phase you these days.
I love that you ask me “Will you always love me?” I will always love you. No matter what. There isn’t anything you could do to make me stop loving you. Even though you think it’s fun to suggest things that could make me stop. For the record, even if you break a door or stomp on me, I’d still love you.
You are a pretty social, popular kid. I like to think it’s because you’re kind and inclusive. You never seem to leave anyone out. You are who you are regardless of who you’re around. You’re an insufferable know-it-all, just like your Ravenclaw mom. You are such an extrovert and love the flurry of people. It fuels you, kid. And then you sleep really hard.
This year, you’ve started to learn that life isn’t fair, people aren’t always kind, things aren’t always happy. You tell me, “Mom, let me get through my feelings.” And self talk “calm down, deep breath”. You’ve never been a little kid, babe. You’ve always been 40 years old. Would wear a bow tie and sweater vests 365 if you knew that was an option. You've got an old soul.
Pokemon, as much as I thought it would be a blip on the screen, is still going strong in our house. The battles and training and gaming is just everywhere. Your birthday party, for the second year in a row, was Pokemon. Wow, it's just your favorite and it's something you and your dad can bond over. I'm trying to learn it and love it.
You are getting into gaming in general. You love playing Diablo with dad and Bean. You are even getting better at the Nintendo. I love watching you figure out games. Figure out they are hard on purpose and get frustrated.
I think you’re a great, cool kid and the best son a mom could ask for. Stay kind, stay curious, stay little forever. Tuck in on the movie couch and snuggle your dad, brother and me for always. You're my most favorite Felix in the whole world. I know I say it each year, but seriously, best year of my life.
All my love,
Your mama
Oh sweet boy. What a wonderful, hilarious, joyful, exceedingly blissful year it’s been. What do you think of your life so far? It’s hard to believe that, six years ago today, I was just going in for one of your last checkups only to find out that you’d be joining us in the world a few short whirlwind hours later.
Every time someone asks me how old my kids are I hesitate because it cannot possibly be true you are six years old. You're such a whole PERSON these days, I can't get over it. So much has changed in one year.
I swell with pride when you own your feelings. When you read me a book. When you are kind and giving without a thought they you shouldn’t be. When you think of others. When you encourage your brother or a stranger. When you remind me you’re only six.
I cannot believe you’re six. You’re in SCHOOL. You’re reading. You like to sit and think about numbers. “Mom. Did you know 5 and 11 is 16?” You did not get that from me.
You and I are so similar. We have the same wants and desires and issues. We are very particular in how we want things done. We are, I’m sorry, totally Type A personalities. This will serve you well when you’re grown. It’ll get things done. You’ll be really organized and in charge. But being like this while small and growing up, can be challenging, to say the least.
I guess what I want you to know about the way our brains can work is that, you’ll always be thinking, figuring out, running things over in your brain, sometimes overthinking and being anxious, but it’s okay. It’s all part of the wonderful person you are. Your magnificent brain is a valid, essential part of the keen intellect you possess. It’s not anything you can or should change. Now and In the coming years, we’ll help you, teach you, to harness it and direct it to greatness, comfort and happiness.
Because we’re so similar, we’re often at each other’s throats. I’m grateful we are both so verbal so after the fighting and yelling and bickering we can talk about whatever has happened, go forward, start again. I can tell it shows you it’s okay to start again. To mess up. To tell and fight. Because we ALWAYS love each other. The beginning again doesn't even seem to phase you these days.
I love that you ask me “Will you always love me?” I will always love you. No matter what. There isn’t anything you could do to make me stop loving you. Even though you think it’s fun to suggest things that could make me stop. For the record, even if you break a door or stomp on me, I’d still love you.
You are a pretty social, popular kid. I like to think it’s because you’re kind and inclusive. You never seem to leave anyone out. You are who you are regardless of who you’re around. You’re an insufferable know-it-all, just like your Ravenclaw mom. You are such an extrovert and love the flurry of people. It fuels you, kid. And then you sleep really hard.
This year, you’ve started to learn that life isn’t fair, people aren’t always kind, things aren’t always happy. You tell me, “Mom, let me get through my feelings.” And self talk “calm down, deep breath”. You’ve never been a little kid, babe. You’ve always been 40 years old. Would wear a bow tie and sweater vests 365 if you knew that was an option. You've got an old soul.
Pokemon, as much as I thought it would be a blip on the screen, is still going strong in our house. The battles and training and gaming is just everywhere. Your birthday party, for the second year in a row, was Pokemon. Wow, it's just your favorite and it's something you and your dad can bond over. I'm trying to learn it and love it.
You are getting into gaming in general. You love playing Diablo with dad and Bean. You are even getting better at the Nintendo. I love watching you figure out games. Figure out they are hard on purpose and get frustrated.
I think you’re a great, cool kid and the best son a mom could ask for. Stay kind, stay curious, stay little forever. Tuck in on the movie couch and snuggle your dad, brother and me for always. You're my most favorite Felix in the whole world. I know I say it each year, but seriously, best year of my life.
All my love,
Your mama
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