It was a weekend of "firsts" (sort of) for our little Oliver.....
One, his first Clemson game was Saturday. No, we did not physically attend the game, nor was he actually out to be able to know there was even a Clemson game going on. All he had to go on was the muffled sounds of our TV broadcasting the duel with the Demon Deacons....and the occasionall "Go, tigers!" that I might have yelled outloud. But I insisted to Ken that it was his first Clemson game, and that was that. :0)
Two, last night was his first fireworks show. There was something called "Celebrate Anderson"... and there was a spectacular fireworks display at the Civic Center, a mere mile or two from our house. Ken and I stood outside in our street and watched it all from here. Ken kept his hands on my belly and said Oliver was kicking and squirming a lot. Who knows whether he loved or hated the loudness....I guess we'll find out next year!
Ken and I just layed around on the floor of the nursery late last night and talked to Oliver.....Ken has a way with him! Whenever he puts his mouth up to my abdomen and speaks to the little one, he is the most active he ever is. Ken loves the fact that he already has such a strong effect on his little son....

Meg :0)

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