Nine months later.

OK so it didn't even take nine months to have this baby, but he has officially spent more of his existence outside the womb! Oliver weighed in at 17 lb 7 oz last week at his latest doctor's appointment. That puts him in the 15th percentile for 9-month-olds and 50th percentile for 7-month-olds. I've never been so thrilled to have an average child.

Oliver's hair looks a lot like Bruce's did, but people still comment on his strawberry blonde hair. Oliver still has those baby blue eyes, so they appear to be a permanent fixture. He looks like his siblings, but this guy has his own look too.

Oliver is my clingiest baby by far. He has a strong preference for me and will even cry if Scott holds him while sitting next to me. He loves to eat, but still doesn't have any teeth. He can scoot backward, push up and and get in crawling position, and launch himself forward a bit. He isn't crawling, but is getting closer every day.

He was sleeping well for awhile, then I must have bragged about it because he regressed. He seems to be getting back into a normal sleep routine again, but I'm not going to brag about it anymore.