To Grandmother's House We Go!

I'm in Chicago visiting my parents for a few days.

Day 1: Oliver is shy.  Walks around the apartment curiously, respectfully, and slowly.

Day 2: Oliver is charming.  He giggles, engages everyone, and is still curious, respectful and adorable.

Day 3: Oliver has the lay of the land. He climbed onto the ottoman and pretended it was a trampoline.  We all laughed.  It was funny.  My son is a monkey!

Day 4: Oliver owns the apartment. He opens every drawer, climbs on every chair and discovers the fireplace. Uh-Oh.

Day 5:  Oliver is dressed to the 9's.  He has to be because if he's gonna cause trouble he should do it looking beyond adorable so we can forgive him instantaneously.

I'll let you know about tomorrow. I might need help