The Trike

Olivia has gone behind the wheel - watch your toes!
Can you tell she is hunched down and leaning forward? The faster the better for her!
Mastering the mount.

One, two, four!

As Olivia counts, her next birthday should be her fourth. But this year it is two and we have had fun spreading it across several days. My first attempt at "puckcakes" from scratch above. (Sage, I hoped to make you proud.)
Sorry, amateur photographer - got Grandma's arm in the shot.
I think Grandma and Grandpa McBride enjoyed it as much as Olivia.
Forgot to tell you...she reads now.

The "Punkin" Patch

It was a beautiful, blustery day as you can see. The pictures speak for themselves.
(Except maybe the last one of Mike peeling himself out of the Mine Shaft slide.)

Just a bit of life

What has to happen for dinner to get on the table - Diversion.
(Sorry about the red eye - I am having trouble with that on our camera right now.)
My brother says Olivia's clothes never match. That is due in part to her creative personality that requests the "froggies" (new, used rain boots) no matter what the temperature, weather, or current assemble. But truth be told, sometimes (usually after a meal) at least half of her outfit merits a change and we just don't have anything that matches the half remaining. Hence the peach corduroys and red shirt above.

(See above comments about Olivia's clothing choices.) It is 85 degrees outside. What can I say, she likes to wear hats. (The long sleeves and pants are my fault - I thought it was going to be cooler.)

Hiking

The Pollacks. Everyone but Annika snoozed during most of this hike. You can see Olivia asleep on my back in the next picture.

Adios camp site! I'm takin' my rocks and goin' home!

'Round the (smoldering) campfire

Well, first of all our wood was wet - which is why we had to eat spaghetti in the dark the night before this shot was taken. But Olivia didn't care - she didn't need a fire for her "fruit nacks."
She had just tripped (for about the 20th time) and conked her head on the pinic table, so we were singing to make it better. Joseph was empathizing in his sleep.
The String Cheese Incident
Taking a load off after a long weekend of being carried around everywhere.

Life back at camp

Supervising the set up.
Snug little bugs. Wish the night had gone as cute as they look. Olivia actually slept like a rock - once she was out. Joseph was a little creeped out by the tent I think. I always knew it was quiet at night in the woods, but I never realized how quiet until my kid was screaming into the silence. Poor camp ground etiquette, I know.
Peek-a-boo.
Early morning frolicing. (Nothing but rocks and leaves in the stroller, by the way.)
Breakfast chefs