Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day

Today we went up to John and Mary Tyler's house in Phoenixville, PA for a Father's Day cookout. It was really nice, I had never seen their new house before. It was a long car ride for Miz O; first we went to Marc's parents house, and then loaded her car seat in their car and all drove up together from there. She was being a little fussy, but really very good. Ont he way home, she was still being good,but it was literally an hour and a half of non-stop barrage of questions over and over and over again until I wanted to scream. No answer is ever sufficient, but you have to answer something, or it will just be repeated until you drive the car off the road. And then I felt guilty, because she really was being good, just annoying. Charmingly annoying. I had to take a ten minute breather once we got home and go water my garden while Marc made her some dinner, since she wouldn't eat anything at John and Mary Tyler's except 8 calories worth of cucumber. It's pretty exciting to think that she's going to have a cousin in a matter of days! Olive says she wants it to be a girl. I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Great Grandma Rosa, 1921-2010

Olive and I were talking tonight as she went to sleep about Great Grandma Rosa and the angel figurine that she wanted Olive to have that's now on the shelf over her bed. I asked her if she remembered who she was. We had visited her before in the big house with lots of people living there. There were birds in a cage, and there were cats there too. I said Great Grandma Rosa had red hair and she was in a wheelchair sometimes.

Olive: There were cats in her room.
Me: Yes, there were. They live at the nursing home where she lived. Do you remember her?
Olive: Yes, and she died. Why?
Me: Well, because she was very old. She had a very good life though.
Olive: But why did she get old?
Me: Because as time goes by, everything gets old. Eventually everybody dies.
Olive: Why?
Me: I don't know, Olive, it's just what happens.
Olive: Well maybe when Great Grandma Rosa is a lady again, she will be young and everyone at the party will be happy. And the cats will be happy to see her.
Me: I hope so, Olive

Monday, May 31, 2010

Hot Memorial day weekend

Olive went all feral on me today in the back yard. Naked, streaked with mud, in the bushes looking under rocks for slugs and grubs. It was very Lord of the Flies.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Hair!!

How can you go from being all cuddly and be all climbing-into-bed-to-snuggle and then five minutes later be a screaming mess about not wanting to have your diaper changed? I don't get it.

I think I have to cut her hair, but I have no idea how to do it. It's always in her face and then it gets in her food and gets all sticky and gross. BasicallyI told her if she doesn't start letting me brush it and put it up in a pony tail in the morning, then I'm going to cut it. Easier said than done. I wouldn't know how to get her hair cut even if I could. The last time we took her to the salon she freaked out and Marc gave up. Maybe we should try again. She really needs her bangs trimmed too.

Last night she insisted on getting out of bed right before lights out so she could do a "princess dance" which consisted of a wobbly pirouette twirl and then a kick. Very cute. I have no idea what it means, but it was cute.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Yep, She's definitely three. Today she was moody and stubborn and went to timeout several times this evening for not sharing the swing with Silas. Exhausted, but refused to sleep. She stated her demands for snuggle hostages and requested food. Both appeals were denied.

Friday, May 21, 2010

The bean is three!

Happy Birthday Olive!!!!

You are three years and ten minutes old right now. You are the greatest thing in my life and I love you more than I can possibly say. Three years ago right now, I was still crying with joy that you were finally here and a part of our lives at last. (and that I had actually made it through natural childbirth)

Last night as Olive was falling asleep, we were snuggling and she said to me, "Mommy, you're my best friend." Sometimes I want to turn her over and see where the button is where the sound comes out. She's so cute it's ridiculous.