Oliver's Baby Brother - The Newt Belly

We took Doro belly pictures the afternoon before he was born.  Perfect timing.

Meet Ewan Peter Voelckers.  He was born on June 14th at 11:20 at the Naval Hospital.  Doro did a great job and he came out perfectly healthy.  We are so happy to have him here with us.

The baby got a lego garbage truck for Oliver which we put together and he played with at the hospital.

When we were expecting Oliver I made these newborn onsies for him, but he was too big when he was born.

I love it when they are so little that they sleep like little tree frogs.

When Oliver was brand new he wore these pajamas and we took a picture of him just like this.    I can't believe how similar they look.

Hoot Belly

Newt Belly

Oliver be a big big big fireman.  He looks huge next to the Ewan now.

Oliver Digs Again

Before the baby was born Oliver would hug Doro's belly and say "I love you baby"

I came out of the house one day, stood on the porch and saw this.  It is Oliver digging and filling up his dump trucks at his construction site, and Doro digging next to him.  As soon as I saw this I knew I needed a picture of it because I knew it was the picture of a great mom.

We drove all the way back to Ocean Shores so that Oliver could dig in the sand.  It was cold and rained almost the entire time, but stopped long enough to get some good digging in.  He made me dig this huge ditch so he could drive his dump truck through it.  He had so much fun.

Oliver's Night Shirt

Grandma Cathy sent Oliver a night shirt with a big fire truck on it.  He is so excited to wear it.

When he is done eating at the table and wants to get down he stands up, lifts his shirt, shows us how big his belly is and makes his 'excited eyes.'  It usually wins us over.

Oliver likes to run around naked in the house sometimes and has  realized that peeing outside the back door onto the deck is faster than going all the way to the bathroom.  This particular time he was really excited about it and kept saying that he was going to drink more water so that he could pee more.

On our last IKEA trip he was so tired when we got there that we grabbed some pillows and make him a shopping cart bed.  Everybody there kept telling us what a great idea it was.  We felt a little bad stuffing the drooled on pillows into the bedding shelves before we left.

Oliver's New Shovel

Dorothy is planting now so when we went to Lowes we spotted a metal kids shovel for Oliver.  He loves helping Doro dig the big holes for the plants.

Sometimes the hole digging becomes flower-mud soup in the christmas tree stand.

Whenever he plays with his trucks in the dirt he has to take them to the truck wash, which he creates by hanging the hose off of the deck, and then driving through it.  In this picture it is dark outside and the trucks still need washing.

Sometimes I am mistaken and think that it is bedtime when in reality it is time to build an elaborate train track.

He loves to play in or with the water.  We put the a tiny nozzle for water balloons on the hose, which he realized can shoot far if he kinks it first, and then it progressed to the real fire nozzle and spraying everything in sight, including the house, open doors, open windows and us.

You... no you... no you... no you... no you...

The Easter Bunny came to visit Oliver.  He knocked on the door after church and left a basket outside for him to find.  He was so excited, especially when he found that there was chocolate under the foil on the bunny.

Now that the weather is getting better Oliver and I are going for bike rides.  He stills fits in the seat on the back of my bike, and now gets really excited about his "race helmet."  We ride over the big bridge, go see the ferries and boats and the whole time he points out all the fire hydrants.

"I'm going to spray you daddy"

Oliver's new thing now is telling us 'you' when we say it to him.  It usually goes like this, 'Oliver take a bite of your dinner,' which is followed by, 'no you' and then turns into, you, no you, no you, no you, no you, no you.   He usually starts pointing one finger at us, which then progresses to two fingers, and sometimes a french fry.