And Then There Was a Three Year-Old

Twelve short days after greeting Marlowe we found ourselves parents of a three year-old.  That milestone is monumental, the difference between two and three enormous.  This was only heightened by seeing Olive and Marlowe side by side; compared to the tiny infant Olive is gigantic.  She's always been a sturdily built kid, but now she's downright huge, and while she's a bit clumsy when it comes to having a baby around, she's every bit as sweet as she's always been.

Though we didn't plan anything special for her birthday this year since we were still caught up in the chaos of managing life with one more, we decided the day before to celebrate with a trip to the Children's Museum, a place that will become more and more exciting for her as she gets older, and a hot dog dinner at Franctuary (our gal doesn't eat meat but delights in a veggie dog with mustard).  The museum trip got put on hold because, miraculously, she went down for a nap (her first in nearly a week!), but we all enjoyed our dinner then returned home and cozied up on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and watched half of Disney's Robin Hood.  I think she had a really nice day.

How gleefully she greeted her birthday!

Holding that duckie Marlowe - one of her favorite things to do as a big sister

Coloring at Franctuary

 Pleased with her dinner - veggie sausage topped with relish and spicy mustard (that had to be scraped off) and fries

 More love for that little one