Today Olliepop turned 2 -- much to the surprise of many. How on earth can that much time have passed from when she was a little peanut? She got lots of lovely gifts and, predictably, seemed to have the most fun with a large cardboard box.
Last weekend my dear friend Jon was in town from LA so we had a little birthday 'do for Olivia in the city and went to the park on a beautiful sunny day. Olivia got to do some urban west coast sledding on a piece of cardboard down an asphalt slope.
Today was an ice cream cake with Mike, Olivia's godfather, and lots of calls from the east coast wishing Miss O a happy day. She still has chocolate smeared on her, so we have to assume she's happy. Twice today she said the word "brontosaurus" clearly. No one believes me, but she even pointed to the dinosaur with the long neck, and anyway you weren't there and I was and I heard it.
In the background of birthday festivities Olivia's parents are in a fierce struggle to stay present. My back hurts me all the time now, my shoulders are up by my ears, and Aaron sleeps anytime he is not actively engaged with something. We are embodying the old "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titantic." Not to say we aren't taking practical steps to change our circumstance, we are. But it is with the sense that it's too late, we've taken in too much water, so may as well enjoy some cake with our daughter.
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