There is so much sweetness wrapped up in this child that I don't even know where to begin. Age three and a half suits her well. Josh put together the top bunk of Amelia's bed, and now Olivia is sleeping in the bottom bunk with Amelia on the top.
After 11 1/2 years of constant use, the crib is unoccupied. Bittersweet, for sure.
Olivia has transitioned extremely well to her big girl bed...probably better than any of her sisters. She likes to follow those three big sisters, and since they stay in their beds (mostly), she stays in hers.
She loves her Grandmas, Grandpas, sisters, Pipper (her stuffed dog), and flashlights (see story below). She has a weird habit of talking about dying. I have no clue why, but she is constantly asking about people dying. We just roll with it. :)
She is a total giggler, and the girls can make her laugh in a heartbeat. She is so affectionate, and she just gives great hugs.
While the girls are doing school, she plays by herself so nicely. Playing in her little kitchen, looking at books, and playing with her dolls keep her pretty distracted throughout the mornings.
Okay, so the flashlight story....
This photo is framed on my bathroom counter:
Olivia was in the bathroom with me the other day while I was getting ready.
Olivia: When did you take this picture, Mom?
Me: That was at Thanksgiving a few years ago at Aunt Jill's. You weren't born yet. You were in my belly.
O: Yeah...I couldn't see then...it was really dark...and I couldn't see...uh-cause I didn't have my fwashwhight.
If only she could have had her flashlight in the womb. :)
Love this little stinker pot. She is a joy every single day.
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