Aaron wanted to take pictures on Olivia's last night of being TWO.
Livy took this one. I don't think she's HALF bad. Get it? HALF? Yeah... never mind.
Boy, I sure love these two.
Is it just me, or is she looking nostalgic?
BIRTHDAY MORNING: Livy saw her decorations, complete with helium balloons, showed us how old she is now, and opened her gifts from us - a cute party dress and an umbrella. (I know, pretty modest presents. We figured she would do ok at the party, and she was REALLY happy with her Tinker 'Blell' umbrella.)
I think Great-Granddad got more oohs and aahs than the kids!
This is when Aaron tried to kidnap our little cousin. I think he would be happy to have a Jackson one day. Jackson was actually one of our two favorite baby boy names before we had one in our family. That's probably for the best - Aaron would have wanted to pair it with Andrew.
The next three pictures are obviously out of order, but I'm thinking this could make for a great 3rd grade sequencing lesson.
Aunt Becky made the chocolate princess cake, and Livy is STILL talking about it.
Our little girl is SO blessed to have such a wonderful group of family and friends to care about her. I'm so amazed at this gift of parenthood and with our precious baby, or little lady. It's unbelievable how time flies right by. Weren't we bringing her home from the hospital and losing all our sleep just yesterday?
Now she's old enough to ask why things are as they are (and why again when you give her an explanation, and why once more when you provide the next answer, and the next, and the next...) She's starting tap and ballet in a couple weeks, LOVES to play with friends young and old, tells her daddy how 'hansome' he is and her mommy that she's 'beeootiful.' She uses furniture to climb up on counter tops to reach the M&M stash and claims she has 'nuffing' in her mouth when questioned about it, but her chocolate breath and guilty expression give her away. Her songs about life fill our home and cars with joy (at a very noisy level!), and she pulls us up out of our seats to 'dance wiff me' whenever she hears music, especially the Princess kind!
What joy and responsibility she brings us, and I couldn't imagine a sweeter role in life than being her Mommy.
Love you, big Three Year Old!