Toddler days are long. Toddler tempers as strong as their new found personalities. I have a little firecracker. Sometimes she is the loud explosive kind that makes me cover my ears with pain and exhaustion. Other times she blossoms into a million shades of gentle radiance. All of it, fleeting. All of it, quicksand that can't be cupped in my hand. All of it, I am grateful for.
Olivia asks to go "shopping" everyday. I am both concerned and proud. Haven't I always wanted a little shopping partner?? This isn't quite what I had in mind. She prefers to run straight to the toy section and touch/drool/ga-ga over everything within her reach. She finds one that she wants, and carries it through the whole store. She puts it down to admire other things, but always returns to it as the one she wants to take home. I make sure it's reasonably priced, but it's really hard to say no.
This little outfit she picked out herself at Target. I ended up not getting it (not to "our" taste).
More cute pictures of O wearing ao dai and S looking dapper in a suit.
Randomly overhear -
Me - "Olivia why didn't you say hi to my friend?"
O - "Mommy I'm shy."
O - "mommy I love you forever"
Me - "how long is forever?"
O- "until Saturday"
Me - "Olivia I packed your lunch for school today"
O - "Is it chicken nuggets, and mac and cheese, and fries..."
Me - "uuhmmmm no."
On the mornings I don't work, we wake up together. I hear her shift in bed for a few minutes before I'm ready to open my eyes. When I do, she cups my face in her little hands, smile at me squinty eyed, and says "wake up mommy". My heart just bursts with love. (other times she kicks around and says "no mommy no, I want daddy").
On the mornings I don't work, we wake up together. I hear her shift in bed for a few minutes before I'm ready to open my eyes. When I do, she cups my face in her little hands, smile at me squinty eyed, and says "wake up mommy". My heart just bursts with love. (other times she kicks around and says "no mommy no, I want daddy").
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