Happy New Year!

Yes, I realize that today is the SECOND day of 2017, but I was busy yesterday.
Doing nothing. ;)
So Happy New Year today.

I've been seriously neglecting this blog (and my allergy blog too) so I'm going to try my best to actually BLOG about life this year.

NO.
I'm not making a resolution because I don't do that.
I'm simply stating that I have a lot to say (and I'm sure after the world goes to shit on January 20 I'll have more to say..provided we're all still here).

And this blog is the perfect vessel for all that I have to say.

Also, I've been blogging since....2005 (!!!)... so it's too late to quit now. ;-)

As it is in the next four weeks the Tweeter-in-Chief is going to be sworn in (God help us all), my oldest turns 13, and my youngest turns 10.

Also happening this year: my husband turns 50, we celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary, and I'll be 44.

Yeah. I just realized that last part.
I forgot I was going to be 44.
WTF.

So yeah.
I think I'll have a lot to blog about this year.

And, if you don't like swearing or sarcasm or politics ... you should probably remove this blog from your bookmarks because I predict there will be A LOT of that happening this year.

Happy 2017.
May the odds be ever in OUR favor.

Monday Musings - FEBRUARY!

We made it to February.

And for some totally f**ked up reason I can't FOR THE LIFE OF ME spell F-E-B-R-U-A-R-Y correctly.

I have no idea why I'm having such a difficult time spelling the month of my BIRTHDAY correctly but there it is. I'm failing at spelling right now.

So..it's 2:03 p.m. as I'm typing this so here's what is running through my brain right now:

1. It's Iowa Caucus day. Which means I'll be watching CNN tonight as soon as dinner is over. OK, who am I kidding? I've been sneaking peeks at CNN and MSNBC all day. I know that Iowa doesn't "really matter" in the long run but as a political junkie I'm totally hooked. Also, the more I hear from/about Bernie Sanders the more I'm beginning to #FeelTheBern. True story.

2. My birthday is in 11 days. You know how I feel about that? Meh. I mean birthdays are great and all - and totally better than the alternative - but honestly I'm like "yep, it's my birthday, whatevs." I want sushi for lunch and Inky's pizza for dinner and I want to stay home that Friday night and do nothing. I told my sister the we can go out the next night to see 'Pride + Prejudice + Zombies' ONLY if it gets a good review. My husband asked me what I want for my birthday. I said "can't think of anything I need." I'd love a plane ticket to Orlando and a few days at Disney by myself but that's not happening. :)

3. I have a blog post sitting in the drafts that is all about the current health issue Olivia is dealing with. I'm not sure when/if I'm going to publish it. I mean, on one hand it's not a secret (well, OK...it sort of is since I've only told a few people). And on the other hand...well, honestly I can't think of a good reason to not publish it. Olivia is OK with me telling people - she's just not talking about it with her friends. And isn't not a a life-or-death health issue. It's just...well...it is what it is. So. Much. Vaguebooking.

4. They're predicting thunderstorms tomorrow night around here. I'm totally excited about that. The 55 mph wind gusts? Not so much. But bring on the thunder.

5. Just realized it is a Leap Year. Yay for 29 days of February. Use that "extra day" wisely my friends. 

OH! My "one new recipe a week" thing? Yeah, it's going OK so far. Last week I made this amazing BBQ chicken pizza dipper recipe and it was de-LISH. I'm not sure what this week's new recipe will be. I need to find inspiration. Tonight we're having meatloaf and there isn't anything inspiring about that.

And..I haven't gone to the gym since November. Ugh. But I am (once again) giving up eating at night for Lent. It helped last year. And it stopped helping when I decided ice cream was better than nothing. ;)

Nine

Today we're celebrating Emma's 9th birthday.

I'm letting this sink in for a few minutes. It really doesn't seem possible that my youngest, my "baby," is one year away from double digits.

But let's not fast forward too much.

Nine.

This is what almost 9 looks like:

Emma is our spunky, funny, smart, beautiful, athletic girl. She loves reading and animals and has declared that when she grows up she's going to open an animal rescue-veterinary office in Florida where she will tend to household pets in the front and rescue sea turtles and other wild animals in the back. She's even drawn up plans for this hybrid animal sanctuary.

This year Emma decided she didn't want to dance anymore. She had been taking dance for about five years and I think she just got bored with it. She would rather shoot hoops with her dad than put on her jazz shoes and learn a routine.

Emma and basketball - the kid loves her basketball. Last summer she started watching the Cleveland Cavaliers with Kevin and now she's their biggest fan. It's so fun to watch her watch their games. She has her favorite players - LeBron is, of course, one of them. She also has teams she can't stand (Golden State I'm talking to you).

The mornings after a Cavs game Emma will read the sports section in the newspaper to see what happened. She has also started collecting basketball cards. And, her pink and purple princess bedroom is also adorned with a LeBron James poster and 2016 calendar.

She is our one-of-a-kind kid and we wouldn't have it any other way. ;)

Happy Birthday to our sweet Emma G! We love you!

Twelve

Today Olivia turns 12.

Let that sink in for a few minutes.

My first born is TWELVE YEARS OLD.

I'm not sure I'm ready for my "baby" to be 12 but there's no stopping time. (And she was technically only 11 in that photo but I loooove that picture of Liv!).

So let's talk about Olivia for a few minutes...

She's quiet and kind and brilliant and beautiful.

She used to be very shy but she is slowly coming out of her shell - you should see her perform on stage! The little girl who used to cry when she had to do a Christmas pageant at age 4 is graceful and gorgeous on stage now as a ballerina.

Of course, Olivia is still quiet. I'm not sure that will ever change. But that's what makes her special.

Did I mention that she's smart? I'm talking this kid has BRAINS. Watching her figure out math problems is rather impressive. Also: she didn't get that from me. ;)

This girl is also resilient. She's had her fair share of health issues in her 12 years but she handles them like a pro. I'm hoping she can continue to do that. I tell her all the time - you aren't different, you're special.

And now, I can't believe that in just one year I'll have a teenager in the house! I'm quite certain the next 12 months will be challenging, dramatic, fun, and full of adventure.

Happy 12th birthday Olivia. We love you to the moon and back.

The One Where I Ponder What It Means to Be 41. Or Something Profound Like That.

So today is my 41st birthday.

Holy. Toledo.
I'm 41 years old.
I remember when that sounded OLD.

Now it just sounds "normal."
Like, yeah....I'm 41.
No big deal.

Last year when I turned 40 I was all "OMG! I'm turning 40. Whatever am I going to do?!?!?"

And now, a year later I'm all like..."Yeah, I'm 41. Whatevs."

I think I've finally decided that it's "just" a number and it's really no big deal.
So I'm 41 years old.
So what?

I have gray hair (which I color every 4 weeks to hide said gray hair). I have wrinkles (I think). I have stretch marks. My joints creak when I walk up or down the stairs. If I sit for too long I feel stiff in those same joints. I have arthritis (and probably carpal tunnel) in my right hand. It all comes with the territory.

I "almost" forgot it was my birthday. Yesterday I said to my husband "Oh yeah...tomorrow is my birthday." I have a tendency to forget things if I don't write them down. I prefer to think that is due to having too much on my mind rather than the fact that I'm 41.

I have grown less tolerant of some things and people in the past year (I feel so OLD when I say that, but it is so true). If I see people being overly negative, rude, or just plain mean I'm going to unfriend/unfollow them online and just ignore them in real life. Because life is too short for stupid crap like that.

I have also realized that some things that I thought were "really important" a few years ago are really NOT that important. I do things for ME now...and I don't do them seeking approval from anyone. [Case in point: My blog. I'm writing it for me. If people notice that's great. If they don't, it's their loss].

As I'm journeying through my 40s I have come to the realization that it's not about how many friends you have, it's about how many friends would have your back in a time of need. I know who those friends are and that's really cool.

I've also discovered in the last year that it's not about how much money you make as long as you love what you're doing. Sure, money is nice but being happy doing your job is nicer. I've had bigger paychecks and been miserable. It's much nicer to be appreciated for your work and have fun doing it.

Sometimes it isn't about getting a corner office and having an "important" job title. Sometimes it really is just about loving what you do and doing what you love.

Yeah. I'm 41.
I guess I'm older and wiser, right? 

Oh and one more thing: I'm happy.

And isn't that what it's all about?

39 and holding...for one more week

So what's with the number 40?

The "normal" pregnancy is 40 weeks.
Lent lasts for 40 days.
It rained for 40 days during that whole Noah and the ark episode. (Actually the number 40 is all over The Bible. I know this because I Googled "40").
Malt liquor comes in a 40 oz bottle.
There were movies made about a 40 year old virgin and turning 40. 
And the number 40 has its own Wikipedia page.

Oh, and in exactly seven days I'll be turning 40.
Oh. My. God.
I'm going to be 40.

A decade ago when I was on the verge of turning 30 I was all "this is no big deal...30 is fine...I'm happy to be out of my 20s...blah blah blah." I had a few gray hairs but those were easily tamed with the tweezers. And then I turned 30 with little fanfare (other than the giant sign my husband put in our front yard...because all the neighbors needed to know I was 30.) And it was all OK. I was 30 and married and working full time and trying for that first baby.

And now...fast forward 10 years. I'm still married. We have two kids. I have to get my hair colored every four or five weeks because I have THAT MUCH gray hair. I'm also getting my eyebrows colored too...just to make me look, um, younger. Oh and as far as a job goes? Well yeah. That's a whole different blog post book.

Today I received the first "you're 40!" birthday card. I looked at the number on the card and thought "holy hell...I'm going to be 40." I remember when my mom turned 40. There's no way I'm going to be 40.

But it's true.
I am headed very quickly into that next decade.
You know, the one before 50.
(Oh CRAP).

I realized yesterday that a good majority of my friends are also turning 40 this year. Not sure why I just now realized that (duh...we all went to high school and college together!). That took away the sting a little bit...knowing I was in good company in the "40 club."

In reality though...I think I'm struggling a bit with turning 40. Sure, some people say 40 is the "new 30" or whatever catchphrase is all the rage now. But 40 isn't 30. Forty is 40. The big 4-0. And right now I'm feeling a bit at odds with that number. Talk to me again in about eight days and I'll let you know how 40 looks after blowing out those candles on my birthday cake.

Happy Birthday to Emma (a few days late!)

Happy Birthday to my sweet Emma! I know your big day was last Thursday, but since we were celebrating in St. Maarten (and mommy didn't have her laptop)...I'm wishing you a happy birthday now!

I cannot believe that you're already six years old! It seems like just yesterday when we brought you home from the hospital and our family was complete!

You are my sweet little peanut Emma-nem.
And you're funny as heck.
You are fiercely independent and often stubborn.
But you're also a love bug and a snuggle bug.
You're kind, and smart, and witty.
And we love you so very much.

I hope you had an absolutely wonderful birthday on the island - we had such a great time walking through town, and finding that perfect little purse for you. And then at lunch when our waiter surprised you with a birthday brownie covered in ice cream? Well that was just perfect!

Thank you for making our family complete, Emma.
We love you!

Happy Birthday Olivia!

Oh my Olivia...how is it that you're already 9 years old?

I swear it was just yesterday that we brought you home .. a tiny little thing (all of about 6 pounds) with skinny little baby chicken legs.

And now?
Well, just take a peek at that photo from your First Communion.
You're growing up so fast.
Of course, you're still a skinny little thing - but you aren't really "little" at all.
Nope. You're about a foot shorter than me.
This time next year you might be almost as tall as me.

You are becoming quite the little lady too.
You're kind and sweet and a wonderful big sister to Emma.
And you're very smart and sometimes VERY sassy.
Right  now you love presidential history and you just started watching some television show about finding Bigfoot.
Oh and you've been watching Pitbulls and Parolees.
I'm not too sure about that last one.
But it is on Animal Planet...so maybe you're learning something.
About dogs. 

This year you wanted a desk for your birthday - so that you can do your homework in your room. I thought that seemed like a good idea...you're a lot like I was as a kid. I liked to hang out in my room too, reading. Of course, you have an "old" laptop now too so I'm sure you'll start working on your first great novel any day now.

Happy Birthday my sweet girl. We love you so very much.

 Olivia as president! 

And, Olivia our beach bum!

Adventures with Scooby - Days 3 & 4

So here we are.

Friday night and Scooby is still hanging out in her cage, squeaking and eating everything. That pig can eat.

The only "incident" we had was yesterday morning when the little furball nipped Emma on the arm. Through her shirt. Apparently guinea pigs like to chew. On everything. Including clothes and my daughter's arm.

No worries though. Emma is fine. (It was merely a flesh wound). OK, no. Not really. It was more like a scratch, in the shape of the pig's front teeth. Which of course required a band aid.

And then today...

Kevin took the kids to the pet store. Without me. And he let them hold baby guinea pigs. And then he let a store employee take them to the fish aisle while he....BOUGHT A GUINEA PIG STARTER KIT FOR EMMA'S BIRTHDAY.

Yep. That's right friends.
Apparently we're giving Emma a guinea pig for her birthday.
Gee I'm so excited about this I can't hardly stand it.

So I guess this means I need to find an "allergy free" version of alfalfa hay before the end of January.

39 and holding

39.
Yep.
I have the gray hair to prove it.
One more year til the big 4-0.

I told my mom today that I remembered when SHE turned 40. I was 17 and we threw her a surprise party. And now, I'm one year away from that same milestone. How CRAZY is that?

As it is, I had a wonderful birthday weekend (oh yeah...at this age, it becomes a two-day celebration!). Last night I partied like a vampire at our annual "Twilight" viewing party. It was Breaking Dawn this time - and we wore our wedding veils. And drank blood red drinks out of Stryofoam cups. (And those last two sentences made no sense to anyone who hasn't seen the movie).

We also wear Twilight themed T-shirts each year. Mine for this year read: "I never received my letter to Hogwarts, so I'm moving to Forks to live with the Cullens." My theory - you're never too old to wear crazy Twilight T-shirts.

Anyway...back to turning 39 today.

I've been thinking back on the last 10 years ... you know, when I was 29 and on the cusp of my 30s.

10 years ago I was planning my wedding, working full time, and had no gray hair or stretch marks. I was 40 pounds lighter (at least). I wasn't blogging. It seems like a million years ago. And the thought of turning 30 didn't phase me at all.

Fast forward to today. I'll be celebrating my 10 year anniversary in October. I have two beautiful children who are my world. I'm still trying to find the 'right' job for me - looking for my happy place, I suppose. Oh and I have to get my hair colored every eight weeks because I have so much gray hair. What a difference 10 years makes.

As for turning 40 in another year?
Bring. It. On.

I have a few things planned for the next 365 days (or is it 366?). First, I'm participating in my first 5K race in two weeks. Then, when the weather get warmer (and my motivation comes out of hibernation), I am going to start "training" with the couch-to-5K program (again). And my end goal? I want to run a half marathon before I turn 40.

There. I said it.

It's "on paper" now....so I sort of have to do it, right? (lol)
I want to run a half marathon (that's 13.1 miles!) before I turn 40.
Preferably a Disney half marathon, since if I'm going to torture myself it might as well be at my happy place.

A plus to this insanity? Maybe I'll actually lose those extra 40 pounds before I turn 40.

Oh and I'm also going to find an amazing job very soon.
I just know it.

Happy Birthday Emma

My sweet Emma,

It seems impossible to me that you are five years old today. My baby, my sweet peanut Emma-nem is FIVE. I swear it was just yesterday when you were this small:

You were our sweet surprise - your daddy and I knew we wanted to add to our family but when I found out you were on the way it was quite the surprise. To this day, it's the best shock I have ever had. You are one of a kind, my sweet princess.

You are funny. Funnier than any other five year old I know. We call you our family comedian. Every day you make me laugh with something you do or say. You're our 'tiny dancer' too. Last year you decided you wanted to be a ballerina and each week at dance class I marvel at how you just waltz into the classroom on your own with a little wave and you dance your heart out. I've noticed that you practice your tap dance at random times during the day. It's very cute and we can't wait to see you on stage in May!

You're also super smart. And independent. During the last six months you and I have spent every day together and that has been so amazing for me. I have loved watching you discover new things and learn new things ... like your ABCs and how to count and how to write your name and how to find "your" game pages online - without any help from me!

And when you say things like, "Mommy when are you going to get a job so I can go back to school?"....well that just makes me smile. Because I know you miss your preschool classmates and I want you to go back very soon. [I also love that you told Daddy that you all needed to get me a new job for my birthday!]

Simply put, you are my sunshine Emma. You made our family complete five years ago and I love you more than you'll ever know.

One more birthday post

Nothing like a little surprise to make a birthday extra special!

Olivia picked Olive Garden for her birthday dinner - she loves the breadsticks and alfredo dipping sauce (who doesn't?). Kevin surprised her with a "happy birthday" balloon and suddenly the manager was at our table, chatting with Olivia. He promised that they would make her birthday "extra special." Now, for the record, we weren't planning on spending $6.99 for an OG birthday cake. We had cake at home. And, I'm wary of letting Liv eat cakes at restaurants because of her food allergies.

But, after we finished, our table was suddenly surrounded by wait staff singing "Happy Birthday!" and then they presented Liv with the cake. With eight candles. (They also gave Emma a dish of ice cream with a candle...so she felt special too!). You can tell by the look on her face that she was very happy (and I think somewhat embarrassed by all the attention).

And, we did let Liv eat a small piece of the cake - she really only ate the frosting. 

All in all, I'd say she had a rather special birthday.

Happy Birthday to my sweet Olivia

My sweet Olivia. Today is your 8th birthday. Eight years old. Where in the world does the time go? I swear it was just yesterday that your daddy and I were anxiously (and eagerly) awaiting your arrival. Oh, and impatiently. We were very impatient. See, you were SIX DAYS LATE. You were stubborn from the very beginning my dear. And after a very long (and exhausting) 36 hours of waiting and waiting and waiting, you finally arrived. And you were perfect in every way.

And now, eight years later...you are still perfect. And beautiful. And impossibly stubborn. And brilliant. You are my math whiz and presidential history buff. (It's true - your current favorite presidents are Abraham Lincoln and John F. Kennedy. That's my girl.). You love reading. And you are the best big sister to Emma. And you are sweet and kind - always offering a hug and a kiss just when I need it. And oh so emotional. Your meltdowns are epic at times. 

Happy Birthday my princess (I should also mention that you were thrilled to learn that you shared your birthday with Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge - you do love your royals!). I hope you have a magical day. I love you so very much.

Olivia, age 2 at the Magic Kingdom

Happy Birthday Emma!

Emma, 3 days old, January 2007

My sweet Emma,

Happy Birthday princess!!!
I cannot believe that you're 4 years old today!

It seems like just yesterday when I took that picture of you as we were preparing to leave the hospital and bring you home!

You completed our family ... it's that simple.

Daddy, Olivia and I love you so very much....

Our peanut Emma-nem

You are funny and witty - always telling 'knock knock' jokes and singing and dancing. Sometimes when we're driving in the car, you spend the entire trip singing songs you've learned at daycare.

But, you're also very stubborn. And independent. And I can't imagine who you take after with those traits (haha). You like things done your way and on your terms. Sometimes it can be rather challenging. I wouldn't change it for the world.

You are also a little smarty pants - already writing your full name, counting to at least 25, reciting your ABCs and sometimes even counting to 5 in Spanish! (Thank you, Dora).


We hope that you have a very happy and magical birthday.
We love you to the moon and back ... and then some.

Love, hugs and kisses,
Mommy, Daddy and Olivia

Happy Birthday Olivia!

Olivia, age 2, in her first set of mouse ears!

Olivia, age 3

Olivia, age 4 (also one of my favorite photos of her)

Olivia, age 6 - our pro golfer in training!

Happy Birthday to my sweet Olivia! I cannot believe that you're 7 years old today!!! It seems like just yesterday when Daddy and I brought this tiny little baby (all 6 pounds, 13 ounces of you) home on a "warm" January day (well, it was 35 degrees!).

We had NO idea what we were doing ... or what we were supposed to do with you (which is probably why you peed all over me as I carried you - sans clothing - from the nursery to the kitchen sink for your first sponge bath! And that was just the first day home from the hospital).

The next seven years flew by...and now here we are!

You are growing into a very beautiful, independent, spirited, creative, and brilliant little girl and every day is an adventure in our house!

Today you'll be blowing out seven candles....and I hope every wish you make today comes true!

Daddy and I love you to the moon and back and then some more!
We hope you have a wonderful, magical, amazing birthday!

Love, hugs and kisses,
Mommy, Daddy and Emma
xoxo

A tale of two cakes

I admit it. I don't bake cakes for birthdays. Instead, I head to the bakery and order a cake based on the 'theme' of the party.

This is a tale of two cakes.

This was Olivia's cake.



Since she was turning 6, Kevin and I let her pick out the cake without any input from us. She decided that she was having a "TinkerBell and friends" party and she wanted this cake. We ordered it from "Bakery #1." This would be the last time I order a cake from that bakery.

The cake that Olivia picked was supposed to have a deep, dark blue border with Tink and her fairy friends centered on the cake. It was cute. The cake that the gave us (see above) was anything but cute.

The border was teal green (and yes, I do realize that TinkerBell IS green, but that's not the point) - and Olivia, ever wise at age 6, said "Mommy, this cake isn't the right color." That is not what bothered me (much). Did you see the writing on the cake? In ALL CAPS? Orange ALL CAPS at that. Oh. My. Gosh. It looks like Olivia decorated her own cake. Seriously, all caps? WHY IS THE CAKE YELLING AT MY CHILD?

Being the high maintenance Type-A mom that I am, I called the bakery to complain. The manager told me "Oh yes, I saw so-and-so decorate that this morning. She was just being creative."

I'm sorry, what? I didn't pay $25 for a cake so your rookie cake decorator could "be creative." I wanted a fairy cake that looked JUST LIKE the picture in the book. You know, the cake my daughter picked out. So, the manager apologized and offered to refund our money. I sent Kevin back to the bakery to get back our $25. (He had originally picked up the cake and didn't see any issue with it. Men.)

And so, we move from Olivia's birthday party cake wreck to our second birthday cake in two weeks - Emma's "Ariel" cake.

See here:



I ordered this cake from "Bakery #2" (a different store) and made it a point to have this conversation with the baker:

Me: Now, this cake IS going to look just like the picture, right?

Baker: Um, yes. Why do you ask?

Me: Well, I ordered a cake two weeks ago from another bakery and they decided to "get creative" with it.

Baker: We aren't allowed to get creative. These are copyrighted cake designs and they must look exactly like they do in this book. We can't even change the colors.

Me: Good.

And there you have it, the cakes are copyrighted designs and therefore no "creative license" should be taken.

I have to say, I loved Emma's cake (it didn't really come with two Ariel's ... one is a candle). It was so cute and really looked like Ariel and Flounder were "under the sea."

In this battle of cakes, Ariel/Bakery #2 wins.
Fins down.

January 28th: A note: My mother informed me today that she read this post and this is what she said: "Your friends are going to think you're crazy. Both of those cakes were very cute." Yes, well...I have to disagree. Olivia's cake was NOT what I ordered, and therefore, I complained. I will be the first to admit that I'm a bit high maintenance and like this how I like them. And so, I guess if you think I'm crazy, you might as well tell me that.

Happy Birthday to Emma!

Emma - Halloween 2009

My little fashionista

July 4, 2008

Em's first trip to Disney World - 2007

My little peanut Emma-nem, January 2007

Happy Birthday to you, Emma!

Three years ago you arrived and our family was complete.

You are my funny (hilarious!), creative, artistic, adventurous little princess who is also a chatterbox and night owl. I don't know where you find all that energy ... but every day with you is a joy! It amazes me how you can spend hours (literally) coloring the same sheet of paper in your own special, magical way. The end result is always a rainbow of color - and no two art projects are ever the same.

You crack us up on a daily basis and the bond you have with your big sister is wonderful to see. I love watching the two of you play together! I love listening to you sing "Over the Rainbow" when you watch The Wizard of Oz...and when you start repeating the lines from the movie...well, it just makes me smile.

Happy birthday my little peanut Emma-nem.
We love you so.

Love,
Mommy, Daddy and Sissy (Olivia)

Happy Birthday to Olivia!

My birthday girl....

Pretty, pretty princess

One of my favorite pictures of my girl

A big sister...

...and, Olivia at age 1.

It's amazing how time flies when you're having fun! I can't believe that my baby girl is turning 6 years old today! It seems like just yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital, thinking we knew what we were doing (that thought quickly vanished when Olivia PEED ON ME as I walked her from the nursery to the kitchen sink (yes, the kitchen sink) to give her that 'first bath' at home. Yes, I undressed her in the nursery and walked her through the dining room to the kitchen and she was a totally naked baby! So much for knowing what I was doing. After many sleepless nights and MANY, MANY weeks of colic (worst weeks ever!)....we finally 'got the hang of it'.

And now, six years later....every day is another new adventure with Olivia. She is our bright, brilliant, talkative, creative, shy, funny, beautiful, amazing little girl.

Happy Birthday Olivia! We love you so very much!!!

Happy Birthday Emma!

Happy Birthday, Emma!

Love,
Momma, Daddy and Olivia

Happy Birthday Olivia!

Happy 5th Birthday to
my Olivia Rose!!

We love you!!

Love,
momma, daddy and emma