Today Oliver is 14 months old. It really doesn't seem possible -- time is going by so fast! Today I tried a few times to get some pictures of him, but didn't have much luck. I would sit him down in the perfect spot and in the next second he would be off, toddling away.
Oliver started walking about a week after we came back from our vacation. He is still wobbly and a little unsteady, yet somehow really fast.
He's also been cutting his one-year molars, which has made for some sleepless nights these past few days. He wakes up about an hour after I put him down at night and then wakes up crying on and off all night. He's spent the last few nights sleeping on me while I hold him in bed. Poor thing -- it's hard growing up!