Hair!
Livvy's hair is absolutely amazing just after she gets out of a bath. These pictures almost do it justice. (She's wearing a pair of reading glasses that Jenny picked up at the store.)
Pushing Out the Door
A little ritual developed at Livvy's school. The kids all "push" their parents out the door. Then they run to the window and either blow kisses or wave. Often you'll end up with a chorus of kids waving.
Jenny snapped this shot.
Olivia: 3-year checkup
Yesterday we went to good ol' Dr. Usem for our (somewhat late) 3-year checkup and a flu shot. Liv's stats as of now are:
Weight: 37 pounds
Height: 39.5 inches
She's actually on the charts for once... 90th percentile in both weight and height.
Trick or Treat
Livvy this tear wanted to be "Lightening the Queen" (Lightening McQueen from the Movie Cars). So we went out and ordered the costume. Then Jenny got the great idea to modify the costume by adding LED lights for taillights and headlights.
We met up with her co-op friends and had a pizza party. Trick or treating was a huge hit and she got a bag of loot. We were surprised that she was so engrossed by running from door to door that she didn't ask to eat any candy until 1/2 hour into the evening. The she shoved tremendous quantities into her mouth. We're proud to say that the LEDS, potted in epoxy and waterproof, survived the drool from her overstuffed mouth. The costume needs some serious cleaning.
Well.
Liv has discovered a new word. "Well."
She now starts just about every sentence with "well."
Me: "Liv, what do you want for dinner?"
Liv: "Well, I don't want any dinner, I just want a cookie."
Me: "You need to eat some dinner."
Liv: "Well, I already ate."
Me: "Liv, you haven't had any dinner."
Liv: "Well, I don't like dinner."
It's said in such a nonchalant way that she sounds like she's in a deep, academic conversation.
Helper
Liv was especially helpful this weekend. She helped me out in the studio -- I was arranging and cleaning and installing some hardware on the cabinets. She helped me drill holes ("I can push the button!") and she screwed in the drawer-pulls and the vacuumed out each of the drawers and when she finished she moved on to cleaning the floor. This wasn't "helping" -- the kind of help where it's more of a toddler hindering you. This was real help. As she was vacuuming and she would come across something that she was nervous about sucking up, she would pick it up, come over top me and ask. And when I said "yes" she'd grin a big grin and pop it into the vacuum hose.
She also pretend-helped me, by copying my activities. At one point I was tightening the drawers on the cabinet and she picked up a screw driver and pretended to adjust and level the drawers. It was super cute.
She fetched me a snack, brought out bubbly water when I was thirsty (she actually brought out five bottles, but that's OK.) and returned teh dishes when I was done.
At one point she was leaving the studio and said, "Daddy, I can help you again if you want."
Later, I came in the house and Jenny said that Liv had been helping her too, by laying out a cherry tomato on the cutting board, letting Jenny slice it in half, then telling Jenny to take the knife away and liv would pick up the halves and toss them into the bowl. She'd then retrieve another cherry tomato an d start the process again. I'm not sure where that fits on the "help hinder" spectrum.


