I just had to share this photo. Oliver learned (or rather taught us) he had one special talent: get daddy a beer (and mommy too, although I have to wait a few more weeks to enjoy one). Seriously, Michael didn't even ask but before you know it Oliver had brought him 3 beers from the fridge, bottle opener in tow. He hasn't quit figured out how to open the beer yet, but we know that'll be next (he climbed out of his crib at an early age and loves to climb in and out of the baby's rocking bassinet). Sometimes we swear he's a monkey - I guess it's a boy thing. Beer anyone?
