Anything you can do, I can do; kind of...

Olivia loves her big brother. She wants to be just like him in almost every way. When Evan plays with a car, Olivia plays with a car. When Evan goes pee, Olivia tries to go pee.

When Evan dips his cracker in his juice,



Olivia dips her cracker in her juice...




damn straw cups.

Thirsty...

It can be very hot here in Florida. It is important to stay well hydrated. After a long morning of following Evan around and doing everything he does, Olivia is parched. She then faces a real dilemma: milk or apple juice (or prune juice on those days when you need a little help to get the Cosby kids to the pool). Milk is important for building strong bones. After all, you don't want to start preschool all osteoporotic. But, on the other hand, juice is so delicious and full of sugar. And some times prune juice is simply a must.

Olivia has recognized this conundrum as a false dilemma. As you can see the answer is simple:

Two items of note.

In the following video, check out Olivia's whimsical and overwhelmingly happy reponse to a bubble machine and my wife's distribingly bright yellow pants.

Mommy vs. Daddy

Olivia is about one and a half now and usually sleeps through the night. She goes to sleep easily holding one of her many blankets.


From time to time she will cry out, usually around 3-4 am. When I wake up to her crying, I usually wait to see if Beth will wake up and deal with it. Eventually Beth wakes up, looks at the clock, and asks me to take care of it.

Last night, Olivia woke up and started crying. I stumbled down to her room and slowly opened the door. As I opened the door, she stopped crying. As I entered the room, the silence was broken by, "Daddy? No! No! Daddy No! Mommy? Mommy! Baby Mommy!"

I asked her, "Do you want me to get mommy?" She replied "Yes! Yes!" Baby Mommy!".

I spoke loudly into the baby monitor, "She wants her mommy... nothing I can do."

I totally won that round of Mommy vs. Daddy.

First attempt at videos

Like every adoring parent, I have a video camera. So I shoot a bunch of video of the kids which sits around on tapes in a closet. Maybe someday, when the kids are grown, they will watch the tapes and realize how messy the house always was and how their parents avoided being on camera at all costs. Luckily, I have a video camera in my phone that transfers to the computer with little to no effort. In order to actually make use of these videos, I will try to post them online from time to time.

So Cool...

I don't really know where my kids get their sense of style.