I am incredibly grateful for Olivia's imagination. She believes in magic and fairies and leprechauns (as does big sister.) So much so that this morning's breakfast conversation was entirely about catching leprechauns so they could change us into princesses and fairies. At this very moment, they are finding all the nooks and crannies of the house and saying, "A leprechaun will probably hide here." I've had to explain that while a leprechaun may change our milk green and shrink our muffins (his trickery from last year) he won't be doing any big magic. Let's face it, the leprechaun has a lot to do already. Still, their excitement, knowing St. Patty's is coming, is really stinking cute.
Olivia is little girl through and through. While Ella picked favorites in all categories of Disney, Liv sticks mostly with Snow White because "boys are gross." Her words. (Yes, she still considers Carter from across the street her prince.) Olivia wants to be Snow White for halloween again, she wants to be Snow White when she grows up, and she begs constantly to make her wish to go see Snow White at Disneyland. She loves dressing up and often requests wearing a dress for the day. I have started purchasing more casual dresses for her since it's looking like she may live in them this summer. Olivia loves jewelry and bows and makeup. Last night she woke up crying because she had a dream that I wouldn't let her wear lipstick. She got a medical ID bracelet for Christmas and with its heart chain it is "so pretty" and she loves it. She loves dancing and twirling and playing princess. She loves pink and purple and nice smelling lotion. When Ella came along I thought she was such a girl, but Olivia has surpassed her in the stereotypical girliness. (I absolutely love seeing how different and yet similar they are. One of the best parts of parenting.)
Olivia has been making some life improvements for us as well. Her tantrums are getting fewer (hooray!!!) and she is squealing less. At least last week this was the case. Let's hope the trend holds. We have had some good talks about what warrants screams (kidnapping) biting (kidnapping) and tantrums (kidnapping.) We have been working on less "but, mom's" when it comes to the things she doesn't want to do (cleaning her room.) That one isn't going quite as well, but she's still learning how to clean her room on her own so we'll cut her some slack. Overall, last week the girls were quite good. They played well together and fought less. It was fantastic.
Now, my absolute favorite thing about Olivia's age are her isms. Here are a few.
Oliviaism #1: "I have the yawns." This particular one occurs when she is sleepy and yawning.
Oliviaism #2: "I blessed!" or "I blessed on you" accompanied by a giggle as you wipe spit off your face. This one occurs when Olivia sneezes.
Oliviaism #3: "I love mosquitos!" What are mosquitos you ask? They are colorful, round, sugary bits of goodness. AKA Skittles.
These next ones are less isms and more just silly things she has said.
I am a wolf den leader in scouts so naturally, I attend pack meeting. At our latest one, I had to take the girls with me since Andrew was working late. During awards, all the boys were up front and Livia exclaims in a disgusted tone, "That's a lot of boy!" After that, they had an arrow of light award to do and a man, dressed with his indian headdress came out to present it. As Livie is watching this she leans in and says, "Mom, why is he dressed like a turkey?" I may have peed a little over that one. This girl kills me!
I think I have shared this one before, but in case not, I will again. One day Olivia was sitting on the toilet patting her head. I asked why and her response was, "I'm trying to get the poop out!" This one may have included a little mommy accident too. Seriously, funniest age ever.
As for Olivia's health, we seem to finally be getting out of the blech season. After pneumonia in January we couldn't catch a break. It was one cold after another and while they didn't really make Olivia miserable, her poor little lungs were still trying to recover from pneumonia. This usually resulted in a 24 hours session of oxygen, at most. That made her more upset than anything. But, we're going on week two of no sniffles and the weather is improving so I'm hopeful.
And then there's the heart stuff. Even through the yucky noses and coughs, she has had energy. To top that, this girl didn't really grow the year before her fontan. Height-wise maybe a tiny bit, but she hadn't gained any weight. Now, she's growing like a weed. I have had to go through her clothes twice in the last month to clear out stuff. She is back to her chubby self and was getting tall enough that all her pajamas were floods and showing her belly. It was like the second she had that cath to get her off oxygen her body said, "Thanks! I'm good to go now!" As far as I can tell, the fontan is finally treating my girl well. She eats like a bottomless pit and then five minutes later is hungry again. She has enough energy to ride bikes, run, jump, dance, and be crazy. She is doing well enough that her appointment at the beginning of June doesn't make me want to vomit, just cry a little maybe. Things were a little bumpy for a while, but, for now, while they're good we're going to be enjoying life.
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