Almost six months

It's been a rough week here. Oliver is having some (not) pooping issues. I'll spare you the details, but needless to say, we've all been grumpy. 

He'll be six months a week from today. I think that means I get to eat half a cake. No? Well, maybe I'll start that tradition. 

It's getting colder here, so Oliver has needed to bundle up a bit. The other day he was channelling Uncle Jimmy (tractor socks and camo jacket). I'll have to get Jimmy a giraffe hat so they can be twins. 

We're planning on going apple picking tomorrow. I'll be sure to post some of those pictures. We may even actually pick a few apples (I want to go just to get that picture of my baby reaching for an apple. Or next to a pumpkin. Or both.)

Hopefully the weather will cooperate. They keep saying it will be sunny, but every day this week has been full of clouds when they've called for sun. 

Oh, and in other news, Oliver has finally noticed Abigail. Mostly that's been a good thing. 

Well.  Mostly. :)