Somehow Olivia and exclamation points go very well together.
Her personality is so wide open and energetic I feel that I should end every sentence describing her in exclamations. :)
But almost two weeks ago my little girl turned THREE!
I find it hard to believe. She’s just a little girl, and how can one grow so fast?
I wanted her to stay two forever.
Yes, it has been our most challenging age with her, but oh goodness,
THE most wonderful stage so far too.
How one little person can be so completely exasperating and so completely adorable at the same time is beyond me.
She doesn’t need much sleep. Even as an infant, she’d hardly sleep.
She fights bedtime, and tries to find multiple excuses to put it off.
On the 5th time out of bed, when we’re fit to be tied, she’ll say, “Oh, I fuh-got to give you a HUG!!”
and how can a parent resist a kiss on each cheek and a tight little squeeze about the neck?
For all her energy, she sure is a snuggler and a cuddler. I love it.
// birth site, in a car //
She’s the one that gives us near panic-attacks as we see her carrying two-week old Hudson from one end of the house to the other,
all across hardwoods, holding him around the neck so tightly he probably didn’t breathe the entire time.
This is not allowed. But she’s “sooo bigger!” since the baby’s born, she thinks.
She has a lisp that I hope she doesn’t outgrow for a long time.
“I want to go to da pa-wick [park] an’ fwing on da fwings.”
“Him weft him toys he-ah!”
“Him wike him daddy.”
“Wook! I have two ones!” [look, i have two ones; meaning, i have two]
“Can you help me, Mom? I can’t hawd-wy do dis.”
“Mom, the baby cwying! Him ‘CREAMIN’!”
to the baby: ‘Hi, fweet-ha-weet!”
She says things like “dand-aid” for bandaid
and “bi-puh” for diaper
and other little words that now the whole family says.
I told Ben the other day that by the time our kids leave home
WE – not the kids – will have no proper grammer left!
And he said with a grin, “Dat okay.” :)
// two weeks //
// one year //
// two years //
[this picture by c. smucker photography]
From Olivia’s sommersaults in the womb just days before birth
to her 50 hours of labor
to her carbirth
to her first birthday being spent at the doctor and hospital lab
to her fiesty spunk in standing up to perfectionist older sister
to her wild imagination [i.e. making mommies and daddies from her fork and spoon]
to her infectious giggle
to her gorgeous dimples
to her long blonde hair…
She has been a small form of the energizer bunny.
She’s brought sunshine and laughter in wonderful degrees.
She’s brought us to our knees in prayer countless times.
[“I not wike angels!” after being told they watch over her at night so she won’t have to be afraid.]
She melts me in a puddle.
She’s come from her bedroom before, saying, “I was pwaying to Jesus, Mommy.”
She is a gift from the heart of God, and I am so humbled by His entrusting us with her.
She is a witty one.
When I was combing her tangly hair one morning:
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh, Lord Jesus, COME!”
When at breakfast one morning, Ben handed her a biscotti,
she burst into song, “Bless the Lord, oh my soul!”
Witty little comments come out of her tiny little mouth all the time.
Her mother wishes she would’ve been given that gift as well. :)
She is Little Drama Girl.
If I forgot to give her vitamins in the morning, she’ll come to me later with a dramatic GASP, huge eyes,
and in a tone of voice that says the sky is falling says, “You begot to give me VI-MINS!”
Gasps and “sky-is-falling” voice is every-day common.
I wonder how much time I spend laughing at her each day.
// birthday girl at church this year //
Dear Sweet Girl, may you continue to be a messenger of peace and joy, as your name means.
And may you fulfill all of God’s plans for you.
And most of all, may you learn to love the Lord Jesus with all your heart…
We love you with all of ours…
My in-laws were so sweet on Olivia’s birthday.
Our little family has had the tradition of doing something special together on birthday day, rather than big parties.
But since Hudson was only two weeks old, and I wasn’t quite up to a day away,
my mother-in-law and sister-in-law offered to help me out.
Sonya made a darling little cake,
the party was at Mama Yoder’s house with cousins,
and I picked up a few little party supplies.
THREE! She practiced long and hard before the birthday to be able to do this.
We call her our little monkey, so hence the monkey blow things. :)
Happy birthday, Lovies!