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Playpals Zack and Olivia broke bread – and assorted non-food items – on campus today. After their meal, the toddling twosome settled down just long enough to allow their parents to snap these shots.
Olivia requested a redistribution of kettle corn from my bag to hers. I’d like to think that I repeatedly relented to her request because I’m such a considerate father, but the kernel of truth is that my “benevolence” was born of food-as-bribe motives. Her mother and I needed to buy some extra time to pick out a movie.
This morning, our little one made public declarations about her private parts from her potty podium. She continued with her “I got ‘gina” proclamations throughout the day, which led to some awkward, but hilarious moments at the store. Today also marked the first day she went pee in her potty. For the record - our cup runneth over with pride!
We’ve entered the era when Olivia insists on taking charge of every situation. She refuses most of the duties that accompany parental oversight, preferring instead to handle things on her own. She keeps us at bay in her attempts to change her own diaper, put on her shoes, secure her seatbelt, prepare her own food, program her TV shows, and shampoo her hair. I snapped this picture while waiting for her to slip on her sandals.
On this day sixty-one years ago, the city and people of
Another example of a random act of kindness (see Olivia, the Kissing Bandit for an earlier version): Olivia embraced Emma Grace, a stranger turned friend, at a store where her mom and grandma were shopping.
OK are the initials of our daughter's first and last names. Reed is the name of Olivia's younger brother.