Oh What A Night . . .

Late December back in 63, what a very special time for me, as I remember what a night.

OK, so it was actually late January, 2009 and it wasn't that special, but Icouldn't resist the song lyric.

Anyway, flashback to Thursday morning. We left for Kim's looking and feeling fine. The day went well and I picked the O up at about 4:45. She had a tiny bit of a runny nose. Nothing major. Bedtime was 8:00 and I noticed that Olivia wasn't sleeping well. She cried out a lot and there was some moaning. By 9:30, she was full fledged sobbing. When I went in to put her back to bed and turn her fishies on I couldn't resist picking her up, as she was breathing icky and there was snot EVERYWHERE!

Let me just stop and say that odd and mysterious things happen when Olivia is sick in the middle of the night. It was now close to 12:30 and for the past 3 hours Olivia had remained wide awake and decided to be the comic relief of the night. She would cry and two minutes later would stop, look at Chuck, smile, wave and say "hi" in her sing song voice. She also decided that this was the perfect time to laugh, play and shove binky into my mouth. At this point I was ready to pass out from pure exhaustion (remember I go to bed most nights by 8 or 8:30). Out of the blue Olivia looks up at me and whispers "pup". I told her pup was sleeping with Daddy, just like we needed to do. She again looked at me and whispered "pup". A little more less friendly this time I told her that Do Do was sleeping and she needed to go night night. She sort of cocked her head and I again said Do Do is sleeping. For some reason I decided to ask Olivia if she could say Do Do. Sure enough she looked at me and said it. Not just once, but multiple times. I of course wasn't sure if she knew what Do Do meant, but the next morning when he came into the dining room to wait for Olivia's dropped food she said "Do Do". What a smart kid. She now says it all of the time. The rest of the night was torture, as she was up most of the night and I received about 3-4 hours of sleep. However, Olivia always makes it worth it by suprising me with a new word (last time the word was pup. Hmm, always the dog).

So, we had to purchase a second baby gate, as the laundry basket we were using to block Olivia into the far end of the living room (umm, how far can one go in my living room) lost its power of corraling her and she now simply climbs over it, only to dive bomb face first into the floor on the other side (doesn't even phase her). We put the gate up this evening and she looked at it with an "oh s***" expression on her face. The poor dog is so stinkin confused its not even funny. Not only is Olivia locked in, so is KB.

Olivia has a cuddly (is that spelled correct) soft bear that I so cleverly named Bob, Bobby, whatever. Olivia now says "Bob" on a regular basis.

We are up to 6 steps independently when walking. True walking should begin within the week. Stay tuned.