The moment Olivia was born, I wanted to capture every minute of her babyhood.  I know it would be fleeting and one day when she is a teenager, having a moment of the-whole-world-is-against-me, I could link her here and let her soak up on the love that surrounded her the moment she was born.

That is my goal.  That is why my blog has turned into Olivia blog.  I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Almost two and almost too cute to handle.  That is my daughter.  Her hair is so long now I can easily tuck it behind her ears, but not long enough for a ponytail.  She heads off to daycare daily with a little bow, and daily when I pick her up it is gone.  Thank goodness for my 50 for $5 amazon purchase.  

Olivia has mastered her primary colors, although her first instinct is still everything yellow.  We are working on her numbers and alphabet.  She is in no hurry, and neither are we.  The immediate challenges are, and may be for awhile yet, paci training and sleep training.  This morning she put her sleepy fussy head in my arm, cuddled next to me, and I know deep down I'm not ready for training of any kind.  

The world all around us is in a constant state of chaotic limbo.  I feel no control.  Donations do not seem enough, social media posts do not seem enough, blogs do not seem enough.  I feel infinitely small and powerless.  I pray for a better world for my baby, for babies everywhere.