I've been busy this past week bringing Olivia in and out of the hospital and clinic with fever and stomach pains. She seems to be improving slowly. Of course it landed right as Seth was preparing to leave on a week-long hunting trip to Colorado and as we're preparing for Halloween and the Saints Day costume contest at school. But instead of dwelling on our hectic life, here are a few new quotes from Olivia:
"I need my coos-case!" (suitcase)
"I don't want the cheeseball." (That's what she calls the yolk in a hard-boiled egg)
Elena: (referring to their "shared" bedroom) How much of this room is mine?
Olivia: Mmmm....20 bucks.
Elena: And how much of it is yours?
Olivia: The diamond in the rough.
The other night when the boys were going to sleep, Olivia decided she wanted to sleep in Sam's bed. I figured it wouldn't last long as I went back downstairs. She cuddled by him for a few minutes, then got up and said, "I'm going to go downstairs. I'm going to tell mom you hit me." And then she left. Boy, she's got this youngest child thing down!! (She did come downstairs, but she did not actually tell me Sam hit her.)
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