Olivia, decked out in her All England Club Wimbledon whites, showed great enthusiasm when helping me launder other hueless duds.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
O-Mail
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Nuthin But a “G” Thang, Baby
Oliva, accompanied by G’s Randi and Tsune, got into her Valentine’s Day gifts a couple days early. Grandparents are great – they’ll find any reason to spoil a grandchild. Perhaps the following sentiments are most appropriate for this occasion, but they’re certainly applicable to all others as well – we wholeheartedly appreciate their loving support. As does Olivia.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Olivia, the Kissing Bandit
Our daughter is like a politician in that she’s always glad-handing and kissing babies. Here’s a recent example, also taken at the
Lincoln (B)logs
G-Randi is doing her best to pass along her love of history to her granddaughter. From the look on Olivia’s face, grandma has a ways to go. This picture was taken at the new Abraham Lincoln Presidential Museum in
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Ballgirl
Olivia and I have a new favorite game. Most nights, after a hearty dinner, she gives me the signal – a hand gesture that hip-hoppers use to show they’re feeling the vibe. My daughter uses it in conjunction with the phrase “ball,” precursors both to the hottest parent-toddler activity out there. We play what can best be described as a hybrid of soccer, volleyball, racquetball, and bocce ball. The game works on hand-eye coordination, lateral footspeed, and mental stamina. Not really, I made all that up. We just have fun chasing and stacking the balls. And making everyone at the gym laugh.