Sore throat

This morning, Oliver said to his mother, "My throat hurts down to my knees."

I wasn't there, so I didn't get a picture of him with his very sore throat, but I think this one will do...

In the areas of garnering sympathy and eliciting the care-taking/cookie-feeding urge from surrounding adults, Oliver is pretty much a perfectly evolved little being.

In the area of resisting cold viruses, not so much. Alas.

Oliver helped make a cake

We celebrated Alaina's 8th birthday a little early today, and Oliver helped to make the cake. As usual around here, we made too much cake, so he got to sample a little ahead of time.

Alaina liked her cake, which made Oliver very happy. He likes Alaina a lot -- she's really wonderful with him.

Oliver shows that his tummy is very full of chocolate cake and Alaina makes a funny face as they hang out in their secret fort under the kitchen table at Alaina's house.

Watching a movie

Oliver and his Uncle Tim watching Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs.  Given the delight on Oliver's face, I would guess that someone just fell down or got hit in the face with something.  He LOVES that stuff.