

Olivia, decked out in her All England Club Wimbledon whites, showed great enthusiasm when helping me launder other hueless duds.
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.
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
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
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.
OK are the initials of our daughter's first and last names. Reed is the name of Olivia's younger brother.