
These are of Olivia with her new friend Catie, a little girl

These are of Olivia with her new friend Catie, a little girl
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.


Our little one must have been good this year – her pile of presents threatened to overtake our tree by Christmas morn. She got a castle set, at least four Elmos, a number of books, and most excitingly, a plastic pony. I was not as fortunate. Aside from all the nice gifts I received, I also got a nasty case of the stomach flu. I spent the entire day wrapped in blankets.
OK are the initials of our daughter's first and last names. Reed is the name of Olivia's younger brother.