Conversation with Oliver this morning:
Me: I love you!
Oliver: Guh. Hur, hurrr.
Me: Oh, yeah, I love you, too Oliver, but I was talking to that imaginary giant cup of coffee.
Yeah... he woke up at 3am and decided it was party time. No fever, no poopy diaper, he wasn't really hungry. Just babies being babies I guess. He likes to keep us on our toes. Or flat on our faces.
Ok, back to my real giant cup of coffee...
