This little man turned T E N on January 2nd.
I will never forget when Ollie was born- on my bed- while we lived in New Jersey.
After he was delivered, New Jersey had one of the worse
(best) snowstorms in history.
Work was cancelled for Mr. Nielson for almost a week. It was perfect.
Oliver always wakes up first in our home. He comes downstairs,
makes himself his own breakfast, and then goes into Lottie's room
and gets her out of her crib.
He then quietly brings her into the kitchen where he feeds and plays with her,
and helps himself to another bowl of frosted flakes.
I love him.
The one thing Oliver wanted most for his special day was an IV pole so
he can play hospital with his sisters in our basement.
giving us some expired hospital supplies, seriously my kids have the best hospital around.
(It's actually technically called "Fox Hill Hospital").
Oliver didn't want a cake this year, instead he wanted ice cream-
with one of his best friends William.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...it was only about 4 degrees outside.