Here’s Olivia showing off the artwork she left for Santa on Christmas eve – while snacking on the cookies we intended for the big guy. Pretty bold move, don’t you think?
Archive for the ‘Olivia’ Category
31 Dec
Overhead: Olivia’s own vocabulary
Olivia, to Gramma: “I have four loose teeth, but this one is the loosiest.”
Olivia, to me, regarding my curly hair (which is typically styled by a spin under my diffuser): “Your hair is so tangly. Did you use your destroyer?”
26 Dec
Overheard: Sibling rivalry edition
Bec: “Olivia, you’re one of my most favorite things in this whole world.”
Liv: “More favoriter than Ava?”
23 Dec
Stocking Shenanigans
It appears someone may have altered the girls’ stockings…
I bet there’s coal in there either way.
Nope–empty. Go figure.
21 Dec
Deck the halls. ALL the halls.
Seems the Tooth Fairy has been busy decorating–her door has a new wreath (and a liberal sprinkling of gold fairy dust). Olivia assures me there’s a tiny little Christmas tree inside.
18 Dec
Snow problem
The lack of snow in recent years is disappointing, especially for these Wisconsin transplants. I’m not saying I need to have five and a half months of winter, but a dusting here and there—and maybe even a couple of storms to accomodate sledding—would be much appreciated.
In the meantime, I’m taking matters into my own hands: I made a batch of homemade play snow–er, play dough–for the girls. I followed this recipe, then added wintery peppermint extract and silver glitter.
16 Dec
He sees you when you’re sleeping…
Santa has long been one my very favorite things about the holidays, and sharing this tradition with my kids has been incredibly enjoyable.
When I was a kid, I vividly recall my mom telling me she spied Santa checking up on me–it was July, and he was peeking around the big red barn as she mowed the lawn. Then, close to Christmas one year, I found sleighbells in my stuffed animals: Mom supposed Santa dropped them while looking in on me one night.
Perhaps not coincidentally, Ava and Olivia found bells in their beds one morning in November–undoubtedly dropped from Santa’s accoutrement as he peered over them as they slept.
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