Lets talk about you! You are turning into quite the smart little lady! Cleaning is your favourite thing to do right now. You’ve realized that your diaper wipes will clean anything, so I often find you sneaking a wipe or two so you can clean the cupboards, your kitchen, Daddy’s chair… Really, anything in sight. You even take your broom and duster and clean under the all the couches and TV stand. When at G’s house, you grab her broom and sweep up all the ladybugs into a pile. You pick them up one by one and walk them outside to the step. Sometimes you accidently step on one, and you promptly say “shhhh Sleeping!” Popa gets a kick out of that. They sometimes sleep for a long long time! I don’t know what I would do without such an amazing cleaning helper!
We celebrated my third Mother’s Day this month! My only request was to spend the day with the two people I love the most – Daddy and Olla! It was a pretty low-key day. We went to Smiths Falls to pick up a washer/dryer for our rental house and then you and Daddy surprised me when we stopped to picked up two apple trees for our yard. I love planting trees. Your great-Popa loved trees. He was always planting new ones at his house and cottage. Since you have been born we have planted 5 or 6 trees around our yard. There is something special about watching them grow with you! Hopefully the deer will stay away long enough to let the trees grow delicious apples in the next few years! Won’t it be fun to walk outside, pick our own apples, and then make apple pie? Thank you for yet another amazing Mother’s Day. Every day spent with you is special!
You are getting really funny! We were visiting Popa and G one afternoon. Popa said to you “I have a surprise for you Olive!” You immediately turned around with a huge smile on your face and yelled “MONEY?” – how do you even know what money is? Silly girl! – I laughed so hard! Money wasn’t the surprise, but Popa still went and got you a toonie for your piggy bank! The real surprise was something pretty special to see. He took your hand and you walked down the path through the woods to the barn in the back field. He took you into the little shed and lifted you up high. On top of his weed-eater was a little birds nest with 5 little eggs! You were quite excited to see those eggs, but didn’t quite understand what they were. Now, every visit Popa takes you back to see the birdie eggs. Some day they will hatch and you will be surprised to see wee-little birdies sitting inside. I can’t wait for you to see them!
Over the last few months you have been trying hard to draw people. You draw Mommy and Daddy and Olla and G and Popa and Grandma and Grandpa and KenKen and Candice and ReRe and Kara and Jamie. You draw them in the tub. You draw them on paper. You draw them in the sand. Most of the time you only draw one leg, until I remind you to draw two. You reluctantly draw a second (and sometimes a third)! You never forget Popa and Uncle KenKen’s beard, and you try to draw glasses on Momma and G. You are really starting to pay attention to details. Your drawings aren’t just scribbles anymore. They are organized – lines in parallel, circles, coloring in corners. I am really impressed! When you stick stickers, they are almost always in a straight line down the middle of the page! I can’t wait to see what kind of masterpieces are in store for our fridge in the coming months!
For months now you have been calling yourself Olla. I have thought all along it was because you couldn’t quite say Olive… But that idea was squashed a few nights ago! Daddy and I were heading to a wedding reception, so we dropped you off a G and Popa’s. They had a pizza waiting there for you, topped with olives. You pointed to them and said “What is that?” to which Popa replied “olives!” You looked at them, looked at him, and then quite clearly said “ollooobbths” – okay, so the “v” is hard to say, but you obviously can say Olive! – As soon as you said that, I looked at you and said “What are those?” You replied “Olobths” and then I asked “And what is your name?” You replied “OLLA!” I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time! Turns out, you can say Olive… You just choose to call yourself Olla. Now every time you see Popa he asks you “what was on your pizza?” and “what is your name” – to which you always answer “Olobths”, and “Olla”! I think Olla is here to stay!
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One of the coolest things about having a toddler is seeing your pure, innocent kindness and concern for the things around you. I walk around the house and find your little stuffed animals tucked in everywhere–laying on a small throw pillow in the living room with a blankie tucked in around them. If you see that I am sad you immediately have a concern on your face. You ask “You okay Momma?” or “Momma sad?” and give me the biggest hug and kiss. You are just so kind. So thoughtful. I never could have imaged a two year old would be so kind to everyone and everything around her.
Dear caring girl. Thanks for making me laugh. Thanks for filling my soul up with so many laughs that whenever I feel sad or worried or anxious or angry, whenever I miss you, I have a happy, silly memory to recall and I feel a smile spread across my face. I can’t wait to see you in the morning and get that big hug. Or tiny hug. Or squeeze hug.
I love you to the moon and back!!
Dear my thoughtful Olive, Every month I write you these letters, and someday when we look back and read them together I think they’ll serve just as much as a record of my life as of yours. Sometimes I look at you and say something that I believe you have never heard before, but yet you fully understand what I want you to do. I just can’t grasp how your little mind can handle all this new information (daily!) and remember what every little things means. You truly are a miracle and I love watching you change with every passing day. A few weeks ago G and Momma took you on a surprise trip to Kingston for a special Olive
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