My favorite nickname for Oliver so far

I’m glad my friend Krista told me about how babies, for some reason, spasm like crazy when they sleep. Oliver will be sleeping soundly and then BAM, his arms are flailing like its 1984 and he’s voguing in a NYC club. And, just as quickly, his arms have returned to a semi normal position. So far, he has one flail that he seems to repeat and it is becoming my favorite. His arms will zoom outwards across his chest like he is a wizard casting a spell. In the hospital, he somehow did this while wearing mits and completely swaddled. The mits came off, his swaddle didn’t stand a chance, and I’m pretty sure he Avada Kedavra’d his diaper at the same time. Oliver is the new Lord Voldemort and he is ready to dance.