

These are of Olivia with her new friend Catie, a little girl
OK are the initials of our daughter's first and last names. Reed is the name of Olivia's younger brother.
These are of Olivia with her new friend Catie, a little girl
These mugs are priceless! They make me laugh every time I look at them. The dispirited triumvirate bundled up for their recent trek around the block. Fortunately for my funny bone, the freezing cold preserved their expressions for several minutes after they got back.
Olivia starts every morning with the same request – she asks for a bowl of oatmeal. Her request is actually more of a proclamation: “Oh-me, oh-me!” She used to sit and eat on the floor while I caught up on a DVR-ed The Daily Show or Pardon the Interruption before work. Realizing that this arrangement was bad form on my part, I’ve since moved her to the kitchen. These days, Olivia reduces her cholesterol level from her highchair in absence of the idiot box.
Olivia insisted on putting on her fairy costume this morning. In return, she helped me give Max his breakfast. Here she’s topping his food with fairy dust.
There’s a theory that states that a child’s taste buds are shaped by the types of food her mother consumed during the pregnancy. That would certainly account for O’s affinity for bean burritos. These shots are from a recent Taco Bell run.
The top pic shows Olivia practicing an angry version of yoga. Her temper tantrums usually end with her in the supine position. As you can see, she eventually picks herself up again, especially when propelled by the tantalizing allure of the powdered doughnut.