It’s probably safe to say that chocolate is one of Olive’s main food groups. The few times I have chocolate out in plain site, Olive is the first one to see it. She wouldn’t miss it. She gets a chair from the table, pushes it to where she needs to go, and reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaches until she gets what she wants.
I have to give credit to Ashley Ann Campbell from the blog Under The Sycamore here. Awhile back she took pictures of her daughter reaching for something and shot at this same angle, capturing her legs and feet. I don’t think I ever would have considered shooting from that angle before seeing the amazing pictures that Ashley took of her daughter. She is an amazing photographer, and I’m nowhere near her talent.
But I’m so grateful for others who share ideas and talents because I will always treasure these pictures of Olive, those little legs in her Christmas leggings, and her cute feet that communicate just how bad she wants that chocolate.
(In case you didn’t know.)
This is according to Olive.
Two-year olds are experts at these types of things.
Not pictured here: a very chocolatey dress.
Now you can go to your holiday functions and eat kisses the proper way. You’re welcome.
Today she made it into Clara’s crib and I have no idea how she did it.
Since I am the slackiest slacker of a blogger lately, here are some pictures of Big Baby.
This is what happens when Daddy gets Big Baby dressed. She ends up in her baby sister’s jammies.
In Dave’s defense, the babies share the changing table and I had left Clara’s 0-3 month pajamas on it. He (barely) got the shirt on Olive, brought her to me and said, “So I’m guessing these aren’t hers.” We then put the pants on her, took some pictures, and had “fat guy in a little coat” stuck in our heads for the next few hours. Good times.
Big Baby isn’t usually allowed on the bed when Clara is on it. But the other day I was taking pictures and let her up to see what would happen.
Big Baby is obsessed with giving Clara her binky whenever she finds one but she always tries to put it in her mouth backwards.
Big Baby giving Baby Sissy (what Olive calls Clara) kisses.
Then Gwen wanted in on the action too.
As hard as they tried to console her, Clara was done.
And MAD.
I just hope they love each other this much when they are teenagers.
I finally got around to taking some decent pictures of Clara, with the hopes that one would be suitable for a baby announcement.
But Big Baby saw it as an opportunity to get in on the action as Clara is usually out of her reach.
We know she is curious about her new baby sister, but no matter how vigilant Dave and I are Big Baby is fast. This nose honking came complete with an accompanying “beeeeeeeeeeeep!”
But don’t be fooled by my experience. Having two babies is totally relaxing.
In those few golden moments I get each day, I’ve finally started working on Clara’s quilt.
But, because those golden moments are so few and far between, I’m unable to get the top quickly sewn together, which gives Big Baby ample time to come in and “rearrange” things.
Maybe I’ll have it done when Clara turns one.
When Clara was born and we started changing newborn diapers, Olive received the new nickname, “Big Baby.”
She was five days shy of 16 months when Clara was born and she is quickly entering toddler-hood.
One of Big Baby’s favorite things to do is play with her big sister’s jewelry box.
She especially likes to take the twirling Cinderella out and temporarily lose it.
And she has discovered that the best time to do this is when her big sister is at preschool.
Big Baby is a smart one.
This is what my girls look like when I have a cold, a headache, and am 37+ weeks pregnant.
Ragamuffins.
rag·a·muf·fin: noun \ˈra-gə-ˌmə-fən\: a ragged often disreputable person; especially : a poorly clothed often dirty child
Well, at least mine were dressed.
It’s nothing to be sad about though. I still love them.
I’m not sure whether she should be nicknamed Little Miss Naughty or Little Miss Trouble.
Either one is appropriate.
(And everyone says that boys are the ones who get into things.)
