Olive has been her very own little person from day one. She loves to eat and sleep and laugh and play. She has important opinions but she proceeds with caution. She examines her world very carefully and is not afraid to reach for what she wants. She does things in her own time.
Olive is quiet. She always seems to be taking it all in with her big blue owl eyes. She was born strong so that she could swivel her head around and see the entire room and everyone in it. When she speaks it is either in quick outbursts of opinion or small coos of contentment. On the rare occasion that she is noisy for the sake of noise, she relishes in it and expresses herself with her entire body.
Olive's first word was DaDa which is appropriate because the husbandit has determined that she WILL be a daddy's girl. At the very least he is already the girl's daddy, wrapped tightly around her little finger. I often hear him talking to her over the monitor, calling her his angel, telling her he loves her.
She has many nicknames: Ollie, Mae, Mae Mae, Sister Bear, Sister, Little Bit. She has also been called Queen of Drool. She drools a lot and almost always wears a bib. She is also an adorable little thumb sucker and addicted to her bedtime lovie, Funny Bunny.
Her brother is immensely proud of her and often asks other people "Does your baby have teeth? Olive already has teeth." "Does your baby say words? Olive says DaDa." She has been sick recently and anytime he hears her cry he comes running to dance, makes faces, sing, and clown around in hopes of making her smile. The first night she had to have a breathing treatment her crying woke him and he came in and held her hand. She immediately stopped crying. Olive loves her brother with all of her tiny heart. He can always make her laugh and she often is so distracted just by his presence in a room that she can't eat, sleep, or play. She just wants to smile at her brother.
Olive always smiles her biggest smile at whoever is walking behind her on the stairs. She loves to pull hair. She loves DaDa's watch. She loves slapping DaDa's chest. She loves to give mommy boops. She loves going to new places. Sometimes when you are holding her she will wrap her arms around you, push her face into your chest, and squeeze you so tight that you can feel her love transferring from her little body straight into your heart, filling it all the way up to the top.
All of these words and so many more describe the experiences we have had with this little girl, my little girl. And now, instead of writing about her I am going to play with her, this entire post has made me want a drooly little hug.
