
O’s new thing is to take our keys to try them in random keyholes. Her inquisitiveness and persistence makes leaving places like my office a chore, but on the flipside, her hobby does buy us some time to complete some chores child-free.
March Twenty-Third marks the dawn of my fourth decade of life, the dusk of my previous three. The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines decadence as “a period of decline.” How true. I woke up this day a little achier, a tad grayer, and a bit wrinklier. Fortunately, I had a plateful of cupcakes and a lapful of Cupcake to keep me youthful when my (barely) younger wife decided to bury me about my agedness with a tombstone candle.

After a particularly messy meal – Indian buffet – Olivia decided to take things into her own hands. Literally. Well, maybe the literalness holds when I state that she decided to take her hands into her own things, in this case, her glass of water. She had never done this before. We had to capture this First. It’s right up there with First Words and First Steps.
Olivia has become quite possessive in recent days, but it’s not the “everything is mine” mentality (not yet, thankfully). Rather she’s taken to naming objects in a possessive form. For example, it’s not just milk anymore. It’s Leela’s (the name she calls herself) milk. Daddy’s book and mommy’s shoes are other common utterances. Here she’s listening to Leela’s music.
OK are the initials of our daughter's first and last names. Reed is the name of Olivia's younger brother.