Archive for the ‘Olivia’ Category

Overheard: Not very convincing there, Liv.

Olivia, while watching How to Train Your Dragon: “I’m not even scared, Ava. …Are you?”

Welcome, fall

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Overheard

“Look, Mom, I have a mustache!”

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Overheard: Mom’s so proud

Olivia, via a chef puppet and while holding a sheep at the local play place: “I’m going to make roasted leg of lamb!”

Smith Family portrait

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Livie Lou learns to read

Olivia had her first day of real reading yesterday, at least as proclaimed by her preschool teacher, Purviz. She wrote and read a list that, as her sister pointed out, very much resembles a recent second grade spelling test. So, I think we’re on the right track here, even if Olivia still insists on pronouncing H “hetch.”

 

I’m really proud of Olivia, and I’m excited for her, too. Reading brings such independence, and I can’t wait to watch her grow in this new direction.

Slumber Party

I came from an wonderful evening with friends to find something even sweeter waiting for me at home.

It was such a incredible moment of realization—seeing all four of these amazing people snuggled up together.

This is my family.

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Pinch me. Surely I’m the one who’s dreaming.

Tiny treasures

We spent Labor Day weekend at the lake with Mom and Dave. The highlight for Olivia was “treasure hunting”—scouring the newly-exposed lake bottom for interesting finds. While her sister brought back a cast-iron lid, several railroad stakes and a few polished rocks, Olivia spied something far smaller. She carried this dainty little shell back to shore and added it to a growing collection of sparkly baubles, colorful feathers and tiny treasures.

I love Olivia’s eye for detail and appreciation of beauty. I think it’s truly remarkable for someone her age, and I’d like to think she takes after me in this respect. After all, I do have a penchant for pretty little things myself . . .

 

 

Why, Mom? Why!

Questions from an afternoon with Olivia:

“How many nails were used to build our house?”

“Is daddy older than you?” (No, I am older than daddy.) “Why?”

“Where does the electricity come from?”

“How did birds start?”

Overheard

Ava, on calming Olivia when she’s in the midst of a massive tantrum:

1. Give her anything she wants.
2. Snuggle up with her.
3. Whatever you do, don’t yell at her.

I’m a bit concerned about number one, but I have to say the rest is pretty sound advice!