My baby Oliver is turning 3 on Tuesday. I just can't believe how fast it's all gone (I know I say that ALOT, but it's true). Seems like yesterday he was in my tummy and we were calling him "Baby O" and wondering what he'd look like and what he'd be like. Well, he looks just like his Daddy and his personality is a combination of both of us. Oliver is funny, silly, wild, totally boy, gorgeous, hot tempered, independent, stubborn, sassy, smart, organized, a good brother, a performer, and all that we could have wanted in a little boy. I'm amazed everyday how much he has grown. He's a little sponge and he soaks up everything. The things he says, the things he does - it amazes both of us. We fell in love with that boy the first moment we laid eyes on him and we can't remember how life was before. As tired as we are sometimes, we just can't wait to see what the next day will bring us with Oliver. Oliver has brought us peace, love, happiness, frustration, sleepless nights, and TONS of laughs. I can't wait to see what kind of man he'll grown up to be (hopefully just like his daddy), but I also don't what him to grow up. Happy Birthday Oliver. We love you.