3 Years Old

I'm still having a hard time thinking of Livie as a 3 year old. It's been a month but she's still my baby isn't she?
Well, maybe not. A baby doesn't pray all by herself. And Olivia says the sweet prayers. "Please bless us that I sleep at the hospital. That I be good at the hospital, that I be brave. Please bless Ella to be good to me. Please bless daddy at work." I need to record one of her prayers. They are so sweet. And yes, a lot of it has to do with her upcoming surgery. She's quite excited about it.
Olivia is my little princess. She loves wearing dresses and playing dress up. She loves dancing and singing. Recently the girls have decided to skip reading before bedtime and instead give mommy and daddy little concerts. They sing all their favorite songs and it is absolutely fantastic. She sings in the car to the radio, song I didn't know she knew. She sings in the bath. She sings all the time and I love it.
Olivia is going strong with her terrible threes and we're working on the whining. Unfortunately anytime we make any progress we end up going to PCH where she gets spoiled rotten and she reverts. Ah well. She'll still turn out alright I should think.
Olivia loves her big sister. Ella and Andrew went to Island Park around the 4th and Livie was being super grumpy. I asked her what her problem was and her response, "I miss Ella. That's my problem." She wants to be with Ella at all times (which of course Ella doesn't always love)
Olivia loves Mickey Mouse. She loves mornings. A little too much. So, when Livie wakes at 6 and the rest of us still have a couple hours to go she takes my phone and finds Mickey Mouse on youtube. She curls up in bed and watches until we begin to stir.
Olivia is trying not to learn to clean her room. She's fighting it. I'm fighting her. But I'm hopeful that we'll get there sometimes within the next couple years.
Olivia has grown up so much lately. She speaks so well. Most everything she says is understandable and she's starting to lose her cute mistakes. She no longer say, "hold you" for hold me. Thanks heavens she still says, "Yes, I'm can." I may cry when she stops that one. Andrew tries to correct her and I get mad at him...maybe that's bad parenting of me...

This is her Binkeez blanket! She loves it. Sleeps with it every night now.