13 Jun
Olivia has a new obsession of late. See below.
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Bec: “Let’s try really hard to have a good morning. No screaming, no crying, no fits.”
Olivia: “And no poking each other in the eyeballs.”
Bec: “Right, especially that . . .”
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Bec: “I love your cute little nose, and I love your your scraped knees and I love the dimples where your knuckles should be.”
Olivia, prying her eyelids as wide as they will go (which is surprisingly, and somewhat alarmingly, wide): “Do you love . . . MY EYEBALLS?!”
2 Jun
Olivia had a second set of tubes put in her ears this morning. She wasn’t even 18 months old the first time around, but by that point, she’d had almost continuous ear infections. We had a year and a half without any trouble at all. Eight months ago, the tubes worked themselves out. In that time, she’s had an additional four ear infections, and accumulated fluid was making it difficult for her to hear.
Needless to say, the second set was a relatively easy decision, and she did very well during the amazingly quick surgery this morning. Aside from a bit of crabbiness this afternoon, she’s recovered nicely.
1 Jun
10 May
We took the girls to the Monarch Watch event at the university this weekend.
As Olivia got up close and personal with with a caterpillar, she quietly informed the staffer that “caterpillars turn into butterflies.” The helpful response came back, “WELL ACTUALLY, they turn into chrysalis FIRST.” . . . Um, thanks. She’s three.
The butterflies were contained in a mating enclosure, making them somewhat hard to photograph.
I can tell you, though, these two should get a room.
We came home with a few butterfly plants for our garden–hopefully we’ll have our own Monarchs at this time next year!
6 Apr
After a rather hectic day yesterday, I came home to what I affectionately refer to as the second shift. The girls were in rare form, and despite the fact I was obviously on the phone, they barraged me with questions and requests. My favorite was this exchange with Olivia:
Olivia: “Mom. Mom. MOMMY. MOM. Mom. Mooooooom.”
Me: “What?”
Olivia: “What is that?”
Me: “It’s a bug, Liv. I’m on the phone.”
Olivia: “Why is it a bug?”
Me: “What?”
Olivia: “WHY IS IT A BUG? Why, Mom, why? Why is it a bug? Why?!”
Me: “Wha…I don’t…it’s just a bug. Seriously, phone…”
Olivia: “But, Mama, WHY is it a BUG! WHY!
As I relayed this to Bryan later, I was hoping he’d commiserate about about the exasperating nature of the question. Instead, he responded:
“It’s a bug because it has six legs. And an exoskeleton.”
5 Apr
When people say, “This is the life,” I think they must be feeling something akin to what Olivia is experiencing in these photos. That is, outside, stark naked, eating sandwiches.
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