Oh My Teeth!

I find it interesting that what were once signs of Olivia's teething are no longer detected and we now have an entire new set of signs to indicate that Olivia will soon become a possessed demon. The give away now is that her chunky cheeks become flaming red and look chapped. I realized that her cheeks looked that way when she was getting her new molars in a couple of weeks ago, but didn't think much of it. However, I was not anticipating that she would be getting her SECOND set of all 4 molars in so quickly following the first set of 4. Saturday she would not take a nap to save her life and just before we left for her overnight (I still hear the angels singing) with Grandma and Pop Pop I noticed that her cheeks were red and chapped again, which made me start wondering. That was at 4:00 p.m. By 6:05 p.m. my mom had called and talked to Chuck (I was a little out of it with the 2 glasses of wine I drank - yes only 2) to tell him that Olivia had been sobbing since we left. She couldn't eat her grilled cheese because it hurt her poor little mouth so bad. So, she was given ora gel and Tylenol and by the time I called back to check on her around 7:00ish all was good. The next day she had a couple new teeth and was still a little crabby Sunday and Mondy.

Let's see, Olivia can now say mama, daddy, pup (or puppy), Do Do, Pop (my dad's name), hi, bye, up, down, turtle, no no, Bob (her stuffed bear that she sleeps with), love you, night night, and num num (that's what we call food). Pretty impressive for a 13 month old who should be averaging 2-3 words at this time. Olivia also knows the sign for more in sign language, as well as the sign for puppy. When I ask her what a puppy does she makes a panting sound (that's the sign). I am also trying to teach her what a lion sounds like and she will roar back to me when I roar. However, it has dawned on me that she has no clue what a lion is, since she may have seen a picture of one once. Hmm.

She is now eating Kim's wooden end tables. I don't know about that kid.

What's New?

Olivia has two new words as of Monday. The first being toe toes and the second being turtle. I know, turtle? Chuck and I have also agreed that she says "love you" in response to us when we tell her we love her.

By the grace of God, Chuck and I survived Olivia getting in all 4 of her molars. Actually, it was just by chance that I even found out she had gotten them in. She is now up to 12 teeth.

As of yesterday, Olivia had started this little grunt/laugh sound, which she starts out of the blue and does repeatedly.

This morning I walked in Olivia's room and found that she had pulled her arm out of her pajamas and it was stuck down the front of her body (between her onesis and the pjs). She couldn't get her arm back into the arm hole and she was not happy about it.

She is still eating her bed.

Yuck!

So, Olivia came sauntering into the kitchen this morning (she is very seldom in the kitchen) as I was putting away groceries. She stood there and looked around for about a minute and then fell. She headed straight towards KB's dog bowls and before I could capture her, grabbed a handful of dog food. I quickly emptied her hand and yelled for Chuck to come and get her. The next thing I know Chuck is holding her and Olivia is nawing away at something. Apparently, I had not taken away all of the dog food and she was eating it. Disgusting. That stuff smells atrocious, I can only imaging what it tastes like. However, it has now dawned on me that it must not taste too bad, as Olivia was eating it (this is the kid who shook her head at me yesterday when I tried to give her some great tasting mashed potatoes and gravy).

Whenever Olivia does something naughty I now shake my finger at her and say "naughty naughty". Well, Olivia must get a kick out of this because now she randomly shakes her finger at me and says "no no". What a kid.

I have been told that I need to add more to the blog about Chuck and I. However, my take on this is that people like to her about the funny things Olivia does far more than hearing about us. With that said I will devote an upcoming post to something other than Olivia. To make Chuck feel better, I will tell you that he took another of those sleeping pills last night and was a nut case again. Mumbling something about his lungs being the reason he was lying on his stomach, but propped up on his elbows with his head buried in the pillow and then telling me that I just won;t understand. No crap I don't undestand. You're a nutball.

Oh To Cuddle Again

For those of you who see Olivia on a regular basis, you know that she is VERY independent. This makes me very sad, yet happy. Unfortunately, Olivia will no longer cuddle except for about twice a day. When I pick her up out of her crib in the morning she automatically lays her head on my shoulder for a morning snuggle. That lasts about 5 seconds, max. I never know when the need to cuddle will strike again during the day, but it happens at least one more time and I again get the head on the shoulder. Of course for 5 seconds, max. No longer is Olivia willing to "snuggle cuddle" with me and I fear that we are already entering the years of it not being cool to show affection to your mother in or out of public. Sigh. Happily, she was unusually affectionate last night and this morning and moved in for multiple kisses. Unfortunately, I have a big honkin cold sore and can't kiss her back. Grr.

Olivia is officially, officially walking everywhere. I have noticed that she now walks far more than she crawls. Falling doesn't phase her, except when she fell head first into KB's toy basket last night. Oops.

I have caught Olivia on multiple occassions hugging her bear Bobby and her pink blankie that Aunt Katie made her that she sleeps with every night. When she is getting tired she will grab her blanket, put it on the floor and lay her head on it. It is very heart warming and cute. At least she cuddles something.

Last night was our first night without a bedtime bottle. I did give her a sippy cup of warm milk, which she downed in about 2 seconds flat (not really, but you get the gist). So, I think I can say that the days of the bottle are officially over. Sigh again.

Oh The Likeness

So, many people still comment about how much Olivia looks like Chuck. I fully used to agree with them until a few months ago. There is a particular picture on the wall of me at my parents house, which I always picture in my mind when I look at Olivia. Well, after Olivia's birthday bash, my mom dug out some pictures of me when I was Olivia's age. Holy smokes. Hold onto you britches. Below you will now understand where Olivia gets her mischievious and goofy scrunched up face (oh and her good looks). Now you tell me, who does she look like? That's what I thought.

So, besides looking like her mother, Olivia has added a new item to her diet. She has recently began eating her crib. No lie. The stinker sits in there happy as a lark, making me think she is asleep or looking at her books and she is really nawing on her crib rails. Not cool. I painstakingly made sure that we did not nick that bed at all when Chuck put it together and placed it in her room. I went out and bought rail guards yesterday. Of course they don't fit.

Finally, while watching the Super Bowl last night at Grandma and Pop Pop's house, Olivia received her first battle wound in the middle/right of her forehead (her left). Apparently, she feel and knocked her head on a toy that was at her feet. Look closely and you can see the purple bruise in the middle of her forehead (it looks like a purple line). This I am told, is the first of many.

Oh, one more thing. This picture just cracks me up of my brother and I when we were kids. I had to add it to the blog. Apparently I loved Long John Silvers back then too.