Olivia is responsible. This is a new thing for her. She clears the table after dinner without being told. She starts cleaning her room without being told. She tells Sammie to not get so many toys out because, "I'm going to have to clean them later!!" She now likes to get her school clothes ready for the next day. I smiled this morning when her clothes were laying neatly over the chair with her necklace spread out. She was still sleeping and her clothes looked like they had been sitting there waiting all night just ready for Olivia to throw them on in the morning. Sometimes I look around the house at the messes and I can't help but smile to myself. Everything that lays around still has an energy to it. It got left behind before someone was finished with it. Dress ups draped over furniture, a little sandal in my room, all the books pulled off the bookshelf, a trail of blocks through the hallway. All these things seem like they are only frozen and stand as evidence of the little hands and feet that trample around the house. I love being a mom.
Abby was so cute opening her presents. She loved it. She kept trying to put on her new clothes. She dove right into the cake and made a pleasant little mess all over her face. She went right in with both hands and ate and laughed and jabbered. Abby is always ready for a good time. Joey remarked that it must be because in every single prayer Olivia gives she asks that we will have a "good time." Abby is reaping the blessings of her sister's prayer. She always has a "good time."
