If you haven't noticed,
we do a lot of celebrating the month of August.
Yes. Olive is now 6. She's moved on to hand number two.
I took all 5 of them to the grocery store to let her pick out her birthday dinner.
Yes, I have my hands full.
Yes, they're all mine
[why would anyone take other people's kids to the grocery store?]
Yes, you may stop and stare while I try to quickly get through the store without losing anyone/having tantrums/forgetting the milk & bread.
pre-cut fruit salad
[I did add my own side dish of cheddar/chive
biscuits to all that produce]
When she picked out Brussels sprouts, Divine made her voice heard that everybody hates Brussels sprouts. Olive, even more determined because it was her birthday, insisted that's what she wanted [most likely to defy her sister as well as the fact that they are awfully cute--you know, anything miniature.] Guess who LOVED them [ahem Divine].
Tip: cut an X on the bottom and boil for precisely 6 minutes. Butter, sea salt.
I will not be surprised if all your wishes come true, Olive, because you have charm, beauty, and determination. That sounds like a recipe for a superstar.