My Lovely Olivia

Daughter #3: Olivia. If I could describe her using only two words, I would choose "comedic timing." This girl isn't even 17 months old, and she knows what's funny. Just today, I'm sitting on the couch feeding Molly and she starts tickling my feet and saying, "ticky ticky," followed by riotous laughter. When it comes to play time, Ashley and Jane refer to her as "Big Bubble Baby." She's the perfect addition to their epic barbie soap operas.

When Olivia was born two weeks before her due date, she wasn't breathing very well. In an effort to keep her out of the NICU, they placed her on a CPAP machine (it forces normal air with a higher concentration of oxygen into a babies lungs, with the hope that the lungs fully inflate). After about an hour of that, and a promise from me that if she stayed out of the NICU, I'd give her whatever she wanted (more on that later), she started breathing great.

She was and still is one of the sweetest babies. Amy would stroke her nose and it lulled her right to sleep. It's probably the top thing she misses about Louie as a newborn. She's always been cuddly, and she's recently welcomed me home with a big, happy "hi" and a kiss. She loves to sing, and she absolutely cannot sit still, ever.

My sweet Lulu isn't a baby anymore. She's a toddler and quickly leaving her baby ways behind. Would you like to know how she cashed in on my little promise to her? A little sister . . . right away. How do we know? When Amy found out she was pregnant with Molly, Olivia was only 3 months old and she laughed for the first time.

Comedic timing. Thanks for reading.