Running with Dog Poop
Who knew that learning to pick up after the dog would be so much fun/ We taight olivia how to properly pick up doggy do-do. Now, when we go on walks she insists on picking it up. She then runs to the trash can and drops it in. Before she leaves, she insists on having me pick her up so she can see into the can .
Below, Olivia shows her enthusiasm post-pick-up and pre-drop-off.
Glasses Fun
She's always been fascinated with my glasses. She likes to play games when in the tub where she asks me to take my glasses off and pour water over my face. She likes to take them off of me and throw them on the ground. Basically, they are toys.
So, today, was the first time she insisted on pputting them on herself.
Super cute, huh?
Mama, What Doin?
Olivia asks constant questions now. When you leave the room, go to the bathroom, go outside, take out the traash, go to bed. Whatever. She asks, "Mama, what doin?"
"Hode It"
Olivia wants to hold everything and anything she sees. If she see's something she likes in a book, she demands to "Hode It."
On TV?
"Hode It."
When she says this she makes a pinching motion with her fingers alternately pointing at what she wants and looking to you to help her Hode It.
Daddy's Bed
As many of you may or may not know, for various reasons I've been sleeping in Livvy's room, and Livvy's been sleeping with Jenny. Jenny and I both agree that this will change soon. Livvy cemented this resolve tonight.
She was jumping up and down on the bed, and it looked dangerous, so I told her to stop. I laid down next to her, and she -- like she always does when she wants to do something that you are preventing her from doing -- said "Move."
She wanted me to leave so she could jump on the bed. I told her I was staying.
She said, "Move PLEASE."
I told her again, gently, that I was staying. Her resolve to jump would not weaken. She crawled to the end of the bed and pointed to her room.
"Move...Daddy.. Daddy's bed. Go."
Yup, I think it's time for that transition.
Made Up Songs
Last night Olive was exhausted after a big weekend -- a bar-b-que at Andrew's, a garage sale and then dinner guests on Saturday, a day at the park and a late-afternoon and evening visit to Grandma and Grandpa's. She was amped and angry when we left Grandma and Grandpa's, we braced ourselves for a long ride home. She was pretty good for the most part. We listed to the "la la song" 312 times, with her saying "la la song again" at the final beat of the song each time. Rewind, replay. Rewind, replay.
Traffic started to get bad, ramps were closed due to the fireworks at the Berkeley marina, and she stared to get restless less than a mile from home. It took some fancy driving to get off the freeway, and during this delay she started to get more and more angry. So we started to list songs that we could sing.
"Should we sing 'Wheels on the bus'?"
"No."
"Should we sing 'Wheels on the bus'?"
"No."
"Should we sing the 'ABC's'?"
"No."
"Should we sing the 'Thomas Song'?"
"No."
"Should we sing the 'Miffy song'?"
"No."
We listed just about every song we could think of. It was good enough for her to say "no" instead of screaming. Then we ran out of songs. So we did what any normal parent would do. We made song titles up.
"Should we sing 'The Dog has stinky breath'?"
She surprised us.
"Yes."
So we did what any normal parent would do. We made the lyrics up.
This saved us from the ear piercing screams. We got home, went inside and prepared for bed. Crisis averted.
Bite My Nose
I asked Olive if I oculd bite her nose. She said "Yes" and scrunched up her nose.
Sleep Play
"Ny-night time"
"zzzz"
"Eek-up!"
Olivia loves to play sleeping games. Pretend like you are sleepy, fall asleep and then yell "eek-up!" (Wake Up!).


