Oliver is growing up.

So that little bitty baby that once lived in our house that cried sometimes but was relatively happy, just isn't around anymore.  Now we have a two year old that runs and tackles me, wants to steal my baseball hats, sleeps in a big bed, goes potty on his own, can almost swim, and can ride on his scoot bike like it is his job.

I can't believe it.

I will leave out the potty training pictures because hey, he will one day be eight like me.