Olive Turns One-Two-Three

We headed over to Tyler and Emma's during the biggest snowstorm of the winter . It was Olive's 3rd birthday.

She was too busy watching the Sword and the Stone to socialize.

Meadow too.

People always think Brooke and Emma are sisters. I don't blame them.

Olive didn't want to sit her turtle chair (probably because she's three now) and we forgot Meadow's high chair so Meadow got to sit in it.

Olive was still preoccupied by the movie.

We did bring over bread.

Two big kids.

At some point I told Olive that TV and dinner go together about as well as oil and water.

That must have done the trick.

Olive had an O cake. You know because her name starts with "O".

Obviously.

Wait. I did not write that. Brooke totally posed as me.

She had some trouble blowing out her candles so I helped.

Nolan is growing up fast. It's great that his belly is always showing.

I think you meant June. Nolan's in Wisconsin.

Whoa super long train track Olive.

Then we watched Olive open presents. She got LOTS of clothes.

Meadow made a mess of everything around her.

She really wanted to eat paper.

Meadow and June played in the baby gym.

Hey June. Don't be afraid.

By the time we left their staircase was nonexistent.

Meadow's first real snow storm. Heck yeah.

But we made it home.

You know what all this snow means? Snowshoeing.

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