My Name is Clara

And I’m a happy baby.


My Name is Olive

…and I had my first lollipop.




(Luckily blue dum-dums don’t stain.)


My Name is Olive

…and my Mom’s new nickname for me is Trouble. She often says, “Here comes Trouble” when I toddle into the room. I’m not sure why.

Here I am “exploring” the filing cabinet.

Caught in the act.

Being told “NO!

I don’t get it. If she doesn’t want me playing in the filing cabinet, she shouldn’t have put it on the floor.

Next she’s going to tell me she doesn’t want me playing with my sister’s slinky anymore.


My Name is Olive

…and I now sit in a front facing car seat.


My Name Is Olive

…and I really enjoy pushing the shopping cart around the house these days.


My Name is Olive

…and I have a new hat. My mom especially likes the fact that I can’t pull it off my head in these frigid Utah temps.


My Name is Holly

…and I’m a big fan of Martha. I picked up these little gems at Joann Favrics the other day.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to part with them though. I have a bad habit of not using things like this because I love them so much.

And that, my friends, is not a good thing.

My Name is Holly

…and my head hurts. Piecing together the quilt if you don’t use a pattern like me is the most difficult part, in my opinion. Up until now nothing is set in stone. I have already edited quite a bit. But once I start sewing the rows together, I don’t want to have to undo anything.

I feel like I need another set of eyes here. Who wants to come over and help me? I’ll even bake you some chocolate chip cookies…


My Name is Olive

…and despite how often I get stuck in it, this is my favorite spot in the whole house.

Also, can someone please tell my mom that when she finds me like this, the correct response is to pull me free, not laugh at me and take my picture?


My Name is…

My name is Olive and I would like to wish you a Happy Halloween.

My name is Gwen and I am silly.

My name is Inez and I’m a gypsy for Halloween.