An Ollie Tale
Where to begin? Ah, yes. Concerning Ollie...
Ollie's are happy, jolly and love to eat. You prefer to be held, comfortable and cozy, rather than run off and have adventures.
Thus making you a hobbit of sorts...
Where to begin? Ah, yes. Concerning Ollie...
Ollie's are happy, jolly and love to eat. You prefer to be held, comfortable and cozy, rather than run off and have adventures.
Thus making you a hobbit of sorts...
You. Are. FIVE. I just can’t even. You are so sassy and opinionated and hilarious. Wakka wakka. No one can make you do something you don’t want. You cry easy and love easy. You LOVE YOUR DAD more than anything in this world. you pull adult human size booger’s out of your little nose and love to show them to me. You still give zero fucks, man. You tell it how it is. Honest and funny and true and in that tiny adorable voice.
We’re working on you feeling your feels, baby. You have so many emotions and all of them are ok. No matter what you’re feeling, it all matters. We are working on HOW we express them. Let it out, love.
You are so in love with anything soft. Your blankets have to be perfect. You like the flip tuck dad does. I love love love when you want to be tucked back in. You are your father’s child.
You are like a cat, hiding and squeezing yourself into corners or between couch and ottoman, watching the iPad.
Your love of music, holy crap. You love music of any kind. 80’s glam rock, 90’s pop, musicals, commercial jingles. Anything and everything. You feel it in your soul. “Add this to my favorites!” Is the phrase you yell so very often. Watching you dance to Black Betty is a common and excellent occurrence in this house.
You are going to be an engineer along side your rockstar status. The way you figure math out ASTOUNDS me. It is just so logical to you. You sit and think for a split second and then give the answer. Just like “duh”. You love to figure things out, set it up, take it apart, rebuild. Your imagination is limitless and I love that you think you can do it all. Because you can.
In case you thought you had grown out of it, you have not. You are still “The Darkness”. From loving villains to thinking people are assholes for parking terribly, to ripping paper into little bits and leaving them on the floor because it’s fun to destroy, you march to a dark drummer. You feel things so very deeply and I hope that is always the case.
I see your curly head and giant eyeballs and wonder what else you got from me. Because almost everything I see and hear and feel from you is 100% from your father. But every once in a while, I see the little bits you got from me. When you line things up and smile because it looks good, that’s me. When you listen fervently to and tear up at the Eddie Saga stories I tell you and your brother, that’s me. When you make up your own stories, that’s me.
I can't wait to see what adventures we all get into in the years to come. Complete with second breakfast, elevensies and the other four meals when we can get them.
It's been an incredible year, one of the best of my life. I'd do it all over in a heartbeat, there and back again, for sure. Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
All my love,
Your mama
