dear ollie

i think i’m finally coming to terms with how you’re maybe having a hard time with this move. it hasn’t been super tough. you resisted our leaving the room at bedtime for the first couple of days, but then you were fine. after about a week now, you’re star…

ariella. 18 years old. you held her hand all through costco. voluntarily. that’s the first you have ever done that with a person outside of our family!

not because you were so sick you passed out on the rug. we did bedtime together. stories, songs, fave part of the day. a chat. some giggles. goodnight. we left the room, left the door open. you talked to us from your bed for a few minutes, told us to go to

“are you serious?”

last night, before we went to sleep, as you were tossing and turning between me and dada, you took my head and gave me sooo many kisses. and then again. and again. and again.

“the coyote is similar than the prairie dog.”

sunday we got it. it started last week on wednesday, when i was on the phone with amex, and you had fallen asleep on the rug in child’s pose. you have never put yourself to sleep ever!

you love to eat your vitamins.

Thanks to your big cousin A for teaching you that phrase!

“… because she’s sad with her life, mama.”