A Week Away

Olivia and I recently returned from a week-long journey through Tennessee and Kentucky. The original plan was for Alisa to come along, but work and school got in the way and she had to cancel. And so I found myself as Olivia's primary provider and protector through sixteen hours of air travel, four hours of driving and six days worth of visiting with relatives back east.

Flying with a two-year-old is difficult, to say the least. Olivia was not satisfied to sit in her seat for more than ten minutes at a time. Usually this was fine as I could sit her in my lap or walk her down to the restroom. It was when the seatbelt sign was on and I couldn't let her out of her seat that the fun really began. I don't believe I've ever heard a child howl quite as loudly as Olivia did on that plane trip. It was non-stop, blood-boiling rage for what seemed like hours. My dad jumping up to offer gum. My brother getting up, squinting with discomfort, to recommend I check her car seat for the next leg of the flight. The passengers sitting around me closing their eyes and going far, far away inside themselves. Oh, and the flight back was just as bad. All in all, an experience I would sooner forget.

Our time spent in Tennessee by comparison was pure bliss. A quiet cabin in the woods outside Townsend, TN. Entire days spent lazing around in the hot tub. I got to meet a quieter, more self reliant Olivia than I was accustomed to. At home I usually don't get to spend time with her until late afternoon when she's tired and a bit cranky. At the cabin I sat by while she quietly entertained herself with books and drawing for hours. She got to ride a pony, pet puppies and feed goats. I spent almost every moment by her side for five days and we couldn't have been happier.

Here's to spending more time with your kids. I'm already looking forward to our next trip, though i think we may try to avoid air travel this time around.

--

Chris

2 years and 10 months!

Miss Olivia has had many adventures this month, the biggest being her trip with her dad, Granddad, Nona, Uncle Ian, Auntie Helen and Gus to visit the Paynter clan in Kentucky and Tennessee. It was quite the tour of the Smoky Mountains and her granddad's hometown of Middlesboro, KY. Here's a picture of Olivia with her Granddad seeing the fall colors of the Smokies:

Life around the house has been sometimes challenging, but most of the time very fun. There is singing and dancing and even repeating of favorite movie lines. She gets a very serious face, puts her hands on her hips and says the line from Tangled: "I'm the lost princess. Aren't I?!"

And speaking of magical thinking, Olivia has started talking about monsters and dragons and being afraid of them, though she'll soon talk herself out of being afraid by saying, "it's just a little tiny dragon." We like to go on walks in the afternoon to look for neighborhood cats that we can pet, though the walk usually ends up a journey to find monsters and big, big leaves.


She's also showing her compassionate side much more. A little boy at the park was calling out for his mother and Olivia heard him from the other side of the play structure and kept asking him if he was alright. Finally she walked up and over stairs and stood right beside him. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Don't worry, we'll find your mommy." She likes when people or her dolls hug. She says, "They love their 'chothers."

One of her favorite games is hiding, and here she is in her "nest" aka a very large basket:


She is also a fan of her numbers and letters:

She's my little cutie pie.