



An incomplete chronicle of the life of Oliver by his aunt. This will probably embarrass him later in life, but I swear, that's not why I'm doing it.
When we asked Oliver what he wanted for his birthday, he was not exactly full of ideas -- this is, after all, a guy who is pretty happy to play with an old mint tin full of pebbles (makes a great noise when shaken) and prefers to watch the same 2 movies (Happy Feet and Finding Nemo) over and over again.
We decided that, with Oliver's help, we would carry out a secret mission to surprise his mommy with pictures of him for his birthday. It turns out he's really great at keeping a secret.
Tim asked, "How do you think Oliver is going to distinguish the difference between a birthday party for him and every other family gathering where he's the center of attention?" Silly question. Most family gatherings don't include balloons. Also, people are not usually wearing pointy hats that say 'Happy Birthday' all over them. I will concede that Oliver may be too young to make these distinctions.
In any case, Oliver got a few new toys and some clothes, he got to hang out with his cousin Kira, who he's crazy about, he made a few funny faces, ate some pasta with red sauce (he loves that) and some cake, and a good time was had by all.