after nap yesterday, I had my white sock in my hand, and it was covered in splotches. She, of course, was a bit alarmed and asked what was on my sock, to which I replied, "My boo-boo". Mom being Mom started to frantically check my feet, so I had to inform her that it was from "my nose boo-boo". I followed this up with my very own rationale, "I use sock to wipe Livie's boo-boo". There was not a drop of blood anywhere else in the bed; I needed something with which to wipe my nose; I didn't want to get any of my blankets dirty, so I used the only thing available to me, my sock. Not only does this prove my genius, but it also demonstrates my OCD tendencies. I mean, I won't even lay down for nap or go to sleep at night if any of my clothes are out or anything in my room is out of place. Mom and Dad have tried to get away with it once or twice, but I always adamantly refuse to sleep until everything is put away and in order. Dad is a little worried; Mom is just excited.So, the holiday season keeps on giving. I received another Christmas box from Gramma Eileen a couple of weeks ago, and I was super excited to find a train set, along with several other forgotten gifts, inside. Gramma recently had thumb surgery and a bit of a rough recovery, so when she sent my Christmas presents, she forgot a few that had been hidden away before the surgery. I really like my train, and I can put the puzzle tracks together for the cars all by myself. Lucas really likes my new train too; he even attempted to take it home with him last time he was over. Thank you, Gramma Eileen, and I hope you are doing much better and your thumb is feeling much better.
isha and Tyler's house; they have the biggest open areas in which to play, and now that most of us are two, we need all the space we can get; they are awfully sweet to host us every time. A couple of weeks ago, we did take a break from our normal house antics to destroy a new place, Imaginations at Play in Buford. It is basically a smaller and less educational version of the Imagine It Museum d
owntown, and we had a ball. The boys mainly stuck to the huge bathtub and car/train area whereas I entertained myself with the stage and kitchen area. We did, however, meet up a few times in the musical tree and sandbox; plus, Lucas and I donned Thomas the Train costumes together. He wasn't quite as enthused as I about playing the part of our favorite train. The day was a grand success until it was time to leave, and I finally decided to show Mrs. Allison one of my true, down and dirty fits. I ran from Mom, threw myself on the floor, refused to put on my coat, and screamed hysterically. Mom finally had to carry me out under her arm like a football as I flailed and fought manically. Of course, as soon as we got outside, I begged for Mrs. Allison, and when she picked me up, I stopped crying immediately. Take that, Mom; how do you feel now!? That did result in quite a talking to the whole way home, and it is a long ride...We have continued our regular Library Wee Reads, along with playgroup days.
Parker and Grayson have joined Lucas and me lately since Mrs. Joanne is now a stay-at-home-mommy. Yay! Parker is a little better about sitting and listening than Lucas and I. I have actually been removed from two out of the last three Wee Reads for inappropriate behavior and/or poor listening skills during the quiet, reading portion - that mean Mom! All three of us have got the moving and shaking and jumping down though. Lucas even adds in his own moves to the "Everybody Freeze" dance; just check out the video below. After the last Wee Read, the 4 of us went out to lunch at Buckhead Pizza. I think Lucas liked the attention of the ladies, and in return, he shared his trucks with us while we sat and waited...and waited a
nd waited. They took forever, and they are really lucky that we didn't tear down the house. Parker loves to eat, so she stayed occupied for most of the time. I introduced my friends to calamari, and Luke really liked it; I think Parker was a little unsure. By the end, the moms were exasperated, and we were being occupied in any ways necessary; I got to play Angry Birds on Mom's phone, so I was happy. We love Buckhead Pizza, but they are not the place for a quick lunch. I'm also so sad that the best picture of the four of us came out blurry; oh well, I had to share it anyways; try not to cry because of the blurriness. Another Wee Read is on today, and I am so excited! 
As of today, February 2nd, Grandma will officially no longer be homeless
! She found a great house in an awesome neighborhood. Mom and I met Aunt Stephanie, Harper, Mrs. Sharon, and Aunt Mal on Sunday to check out Grandma's new digs; of course, we forgot the camera, but we did manage to get a couple of pictures of Harper with Mom's phone and a couple of videos of Grandma's new place. The neighborhood is one of those communities with one major road connecting several little neighborhoods. They have a big pool and a big park and tennis courts and community events and classes; it is awesome! We passed a group of 
older ladies walking their dogs when we first pulled in, followed by a younger lady with a baby stroller, and this is in January, so I am sure Grandma is going to meet lots of new people. The house is perfect with a great screened-in porch and fenced-in yard; plus, Harper and I will have our own little guest room with a window in the closet - too cool! We may have to share it once in awhile with Aunt Mal, but that is okay. Baby Harper was stylin' as she checked out the new house, and I am more and more interested in playing with her every time I see her. I even tried to bring her every toy from her bag and her pacifier. While we were there, Grandma's new neighbor came over to introduce herself, and later, she brought over a welcome basket. I am so happy and excited for Grandma. Congrats!On Sunday, January 23rd, Mom
, Dad, and I attended Harper's Baptism. Check this out: Mom, Dad, and I made it downtown by 8 a.m., fully dressed. You should be very impressed because I definitely am! Harper looked beautiful in her white dress and bo
nnet, and their church was so excited to welcome her. However, the pastor did mention that it is rare for a child to be baptized during the 8 a.m., early service, so Uncle Ian, you are on my list! Harper was perfect during the Baptism ceremony, and then she slept through the rest of the service without a peep. I tried to be good; I really did, but church service is lengthy and early. Mom tried everything to get me to sit still, M&M's, Word World on the phone, books, a
nd more, but eventually, she admitted defeat and I went out to the atrium to play with Aunt Mal. I was pretty good though; Mom's expectations are just a little too high according to Dad. After church, Grandma, Aunt Mal, Dad, Mom, and I joined Aunt Steph, Uncle Ian, Harper, and a few o
f their friends at Mrs. Sharon and Mr. Carl's house for a celebratory brunch. It was yummy, and I had too much fun playing on Mrs. Sharon's window bench with all of her pillows; I
even sat on Aunt Mal's head - take that. Harper stayed awake most of the time to play with Daddy, show off her handmade bonnet, which is a little small, and give me hugs; I think she really likes me now. Mommy told me to hold Harper at one point, so I held her head really tightly to make sure it didn't roll away; I'm pretty helpful. We had a wonderful time, but by about noon, we were all ready to crash. Thank you, Sharon and Carl! Congratulations, cousin Harper! We love you soooo much. Now, hurry up and learn to walk so that we can chase each other around and really make these get-togethers exciting.Harper's Baptism 1/23/2011 - how to make a free slideshow
Publix just gets better and better. A couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Rebecca an
d Mrs. Pam weren't too busy, so I got a personal tour of the pharmacy. It was an awesome tour that included bubble wrap, on which to stomp; pill bottles, with which to encourage my already deep love for medicine; and,
of course, stickers. Mrs. Rebecca even gave me a prescription bag so as to carry all of my newly acquired goodies. I believe I shall add Pharmacist to my growing list of possible occupations; there is a world of excitement behind that pharmacy counter. Thank you, Mrs. Rebecca and Mrs. Pam. The only downfall to my pharmacy tour is that now, every time we get to the pharmacy on regular shopping days, I begin to thrash and beg to get out of the cart. It is nothing that a syringe full of water, with which to soak myself, won't fix. I am a Publix girl through and through. 
d Mrs. Pam weren't too busy, so I got a personal tour of the pharmacy. It was an awesome tour that included bubble wrap, on which to stomp; pill bottles, with which to encourage my already deep love for medicine; and,
of course, stickers. Mrs. Rebecca even gave me a prescription bag so as to carry all of my newly acquired goodies. I believe I shall add Pharmacist to my growing list of possible occupations; there is a world of excitement behind that pharmacy counter. Thank you, Mrs. Rebecca and Mrs. Pam. The only downfall to my pharmacy tour is that now, every time we get to the pharmacy on regular shopping days, I begin to thrash and beg to get out of the cart. It is nothing that a syringe full of water, with which to soak myself, won't fix. I am a Publix girl through and through. 
So, I put my creative talents to work last week and designed my very own t-shirt with the organic, eco-friendly, edible finger paints that Godmom Kate got for me. Mom didn't even tell me that I could eat them though! I put my hand prints all over a yellow shirt; then Mommy wrote my name and the date on it. I know you are jealous. Afterwards, I got to continue finger painting, and I created a beautiful portrait of Elmo in a boat on water, at least that is what it was in my mind. I amaze myself with my creative genius, and finger paint is squishy, which makes it even better.
I got to spend an afternoon at Daddy's 
work while Mom headed to the doctor. I sent some e-mails, did a little coloring, answered the phones, and enjoyed a little Chick-fil-A. I think SoloHealth needed the little interruption since things for them have been so crazy lately: Wal-mart is in, people! Thanks for letting me destroy your office, Daddy.
Speaking of the craziness that has consumed SoloHealth lately, Daddy has been traveling...a lot! Mom and I are pretty good at doing our own thing, but we do miss him. During dinner the other night, I reached down, pulled off my sock, put it on my hand, and proceeded to call Daddy, just to say, "Hi". However, when Mom asked about our conversation, I said, "He didn't answer". Daddy, you better always answer my sock calls!
On the weekends, I have tried to spend every waking moment with Daddy, and he has been so sweet to get up with me in the mornings. This past weekend, Dad and I headed to Home Depot, where I got Mommy a yellow flower and lots of vegetable seeds and bulbs to plant in the yard with Dad this spring. As Daddy and I were planting, I got a little too close to the rosebush, and it totally attacked me! As I screamed out in pain, Dad scooped me up, and Mom rushed out to comfort me. Somehow, the thorns scratched my forehead, my back, and my stomach. Now, we all know that I am not overly coordinated, but I must have dove into that bush. Roses are quickly becoming my least favorite flower; I'll stick to daisies from now on.
Brace yourselves, for you are about to hear a terrible story. I got my second ever little spanking the other day for a new trick that I like to call 'I do what I want'. I know that I am not supposed to, but I find great joy in taking my arms out of my seat belt while we are driving; it makes Mom crazy! After doing it twice, being reprimanded thoroughly, and getting caught on film, - Mom didn't even notice at first because she doesn't turn around while she is filming in the car, she just holds the camera up - the last time ended in a little spank on the butt to enforce the seriousness of this issue. I only do it because I know that it pushes Mom's buttons, but I will definitely think twice before doing it again, for I was devastated. I get, I get; a seat belt is for safety and must be worn at all times in the car, and I do know this since I am the seat belt police who reminds Mom to put on her seat belt every time we get even remotely close to the car. If I can figure out how to open the chest buckle, then it is really on, and you probably don't want to be around if that happens.
playroom has become my winter sanctuary. I can do or be anything in my playroom: I can be a handy woman cowgirl or a tambourine playing cowgirl, a mommy and a chef, an artist or a princess or a drummer; I can make myself too dizzy to stand with my swing shenanigans; I can even go on my very own shopping trip. Just the other day, I took off all of my clothes, grabbed my shopping cart, and told Mom that the guest room is the "grocery store", my room is "Home Depot", and the playroom is "Dick's". That sounds like a fun-filled shopping day to me; I'm not sure what necessitated the shedding of the clothes, but just go with it. This is my playroom, and that means I can go naked shopping if I want to. Mommy is just amazed at what a two-year-old whirlwind can do to a room in just a matter of an hour. I felt it was unfair not to share my winter sanctuary, so last week, I invited Luca
s, Parker, and Grayson to a playdate at mi casa. The highlights of the playdate included the sharing of the coveted eggs and some slide climbing; I had to show Parker how it is done. Grayson even had a blast with my pinwheel; although, Opie thoroughly scared him and ended up spending the day in Mom and Dad's bedroom. Mrs. Allison provided some yummy snacks; I hoarded the Cinnamon Toast Crunch while Parker downed the Fruit Loops. Lucas even shared his yogurt-cover
ed raisins and puffs. I think that is the most I have eaten in months! Later, Mrs. Teri stopped by for lunch and brought me the most beautiful apron to go with my new kitchen. It is a little big, which means it will fit perfectly when I start to outgrow my cherry one. Thank you so much, Mrs. Teri; I don't know how much actual baking this apron will see, but it will definitely get plenty of use when I pretend in my awesome kitchen. See, Mommy just doesn't bake very much because her kitchen isn't as cool as mine.
s, Parker, and Grayson to a playdate at mi casa. The highlights of the playdate included the sharing of the coveted eggs and some slide climbing; I had to show Parker how it is done. Grayson even had a blast with my pinwheel; although, Opie thoroughly scared him and ended up spending the day in Mom and Dad's bedroom. Mrs. Allison provided some yummy snacks; I hoarded the Cinnamon Toast Crunch while Parker downed the Fruit Loops. Lucas even shared his yogurt-cover
ed raisins and puffs. I think that is the most I have eaten in months! Later, Mrs. Teri stopped by for lunch and brought me the most beautiful apron to go with my new kitchen. It is a little big, which means it will fit perfectly when I start to outgrow my cherry one. Thank you so much, Mrs. Teri; I don't know how much actual baking this apron will see, but it will definitely get plenty of use when I pretend in my awesome kitchen. See, Mommy just doesn't bake very much because her kitchen isn't as cool as mine.
Toy Story 3, it is time to move over and make way for my new obsession, Despicable Me. It is so funny! Not only do I love this movie, but it is also fueling my love for ballet. I guess I should probably work on my two-left-feet issue if I am going to become a famous ballerina.
The daily dancing is still a ritual in our household. I dance to my cartoon songs; I dance to commercial songs; I dance to songs I make up, and I dance with Mom and Dad in the evenings. Opie even gets in on the fun sometimes. There is nothing like a good dance routine to make everything right with the world. Daddy is really excited about his new Blu-ray DVD player that gets Pandora, so the dancing shall continue...indefinitely.
February, I am ready for you and all of the lovey-dovey feelings you shall bring. Here is a kiss for all of you out there whom I love. Now, who should be my Valentine? Lucas or Daddy...hmmmm...
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Love it! Great blog Sam (I mean Olivia)!
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