The 12th and final month of the year is filled with so many goodies...Christmas decorations, Olivia's birthday, baking peppernuts, Christmas concerts, Christmas cards and if we are lucky, the first snow fall.
Today, December 4, 2018, marks the 13th year of our youngest daughter's life. The baby, how is it possible that the "B-A-B-Y" is a teenager? All those years of baby seats, toddler toys and board books are over. In this house it's full on hormonal outbursts, having nothing to wear and running late for a very important date...and that's just me. Add in 2-3 other young ladies and one might say Chris has his hands full.
I remember back in the day (1998 for example) Chris and I decided we would have 2 children, preferably one boy and one girl...in that order. After our first one came along it was clear that we were going to be amazing parents. She was basically perfect, slept through the night, seldom threw fits and was cute as could be. I guess this is where I admit that we dropped (not really "dropped" but sounds more dramatic that way) our 18 month old baby girl through bleachers at a high school football game. Do we still get the title of perfect parents? Baby #2 came along and she was nothing like #1. Those first 13 months of crying were hard on all of us. That's when we knew the book deal for perfect parenting was not going to happen. After nine years of declaring we would play man-to-man defense we made the move to zone defense, baby #3 was on her way. She is a beautiful mixture of her two sisters and yet Olivia is her own person. Looking back over the years, I can't even imagine life without our #3.
Happy Birthday Livie!
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| Birthday Gift...Mom/Daughter date at the Orpheum |
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First Showchoir concert
On her birthday |
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| This was our life for her first 21 months |
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| Just precious |
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| She is strong & can do anything! |
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