We trekked downtown for the annual Christmas parade this morning, and true to tradition, it was miserably cold. Thankfully, it was relatively short!
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3 Dec
Under the sea…
Here are a few of the details from Livie’s mermaid party, including the sweet little birthday girl herself.
We sent invitations tiny messages in little bottles. US mail yielded faster delivery than water transport.
We decorated with seashells from Grampa Great’s collection, as well as treasure chests, pearls and other items from Mom and Karyl.
Mom made an angel food cake, and Ava helped me with a shell cake.
And, speaking of Ava, I can’t even…
Number six cookies, of course!
Gift boxes, with chocolate coins, inflatable fish toys and a few other goodies for my nieces and nephews:
Starfish Rice Krispy treats:
And little “oysters” with candy pearls.
Jellyfish from lanterns and ribbon (hung with care by Uncle Josh):
And a couple more shots of sweet Livie Lou!
Thanks to everyone who was able to join us, and for those who sent greetings from afar.
28 Nov
Happy birthday, sweet Livie Lou!
There’s a song by The National I always sing to Olivia:
You know I dreamed about you
For 29 years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for, for 29 years
Couldn’t be more perfect—much like this little one herself.
Happy sixth, Olivia Ann! We love you so much.
27 Nov
Giving thanks
Olivia is thankful for “everything and friends and the USA and family.” We’re thankful for this sweet little girl who turns six tomorrow!
15 Nov
Overheard: Naughty or nice?
Olivia: “Question: If Santa lives at the North Pole, how does he see you…?”
8 Nov
Halloween parade
The girls had a Halloween parade at school last week. There were so many incredibly creative costumes–a great tin man, a cute little Dorothy, Wii Miis, and a tiny, little old lady with an “I brake for bingo” sign on her walker. Here are two of my favorites, though…
I’m also pretty enamored with these spectators.
28 Oct
Wishin’ and hopin’
My mom asked about Livie’s birthday list. I transcribed while my soon-to-be six-year-old wished aloud:
A diamond. A real one.
A kitten. (“I’ll feed it every night!”)
A gold ring.
A TV.
The key to the tooth fairy’s door.
A new blanket that looks just like the old one she lost (two years ago…).
Her own blog.
“My real own desk.”
A princess crown. A real one.
And then, she paused, and said, “AHA! I know! . . . No, wait, THAT would be too expensive . . .”
She continued:
A new Winnie the Pooh blanket.
Her own phone. (“That I really can call on. THAT KIND.”)
A gold necklace.
Her own iPad.
Her very, very, very own gymnastics mat.
A real treasure box.
“My own kitty.”
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