I’m actually waaay late on posting this one, but for posterity’s sake, Ollie did manage to write his name back on May 14th. Here is the photographic proof that I’m not lying, because he still had the scar on his nose from when he took a header onto the sidewalk in front of about a million food trucks. (Hopefully it was as legendary for them as it was for us: Ollie still talks about how his daddy heroically mopped the blood from his nose and mouth with a spare pair of underpants…)

As you can see, he was quite proud. And I have to say, not too shabby for a just-turned-3-year-old! It’s not what I would call a straight line, but you can clearly see all the letters if you rotate it as you go.