At Least She's Got A Fire All her Own

Trouble.

Should have known when she put the marker down and held up her hands: "Look Mom, I painted my nails."

 

Should have known it wouldn't stop there.

Especially when she left the room and ten minutes later hadn't returned.

She's too quiet, I thought.

Sure enough, she found a tube of purple paint and took it upon herself to decorate a few things.

She's got fire, my Olive. Or as we like to call her when she's up to no good: EvilO.

And as much as EvilO makes me crazy, I'm glad she's not a timid kid. Olive needs to be strong with a brother like Elias.

And sassy.

And soft-hearted too.

Last night, Elias lay against me, too tired to dictate four sentences to complete his spelling homework. Olive walked up and put her hand on his head. "Oh Elias," she said in a Mama's voice. He reached up his arm and she jumped back just in time to avoid his swinging hand.

Undaunted, Olive just smiled, and tried to stroke his head again.

She loves her brother, despite Elias's inability to show her that he loves her too.

Comments

[kelly o]

That poor baby in the crib looks like a crime scene photo! Call CSI! Love O's smile when she's showing off her nails!

[Kimberly]

A fire all her own? I think she has a blaze going on here! She is precious and spunky, love seeing this (probably because I don't have to clean it up, although I have cleaned up many of these).

[Christy]

I know, the poor baby:) She was so proud of herself too that it was almost hard to be mad. The color on the dollhouse didn't come off but I'm not too concerned about her toys. I didn't take a picture of the floors and was relieved that they cleaned easily. Yes she is a full-on blaze:)