This post is inspired by the fact that last night Olivia figured out pulling over the container of dog treats, opening it, taking out a biscuit and walking over to Kiwi to feed it to her.... then go back to the container for another one, and we showed her to give it to Trixie.... then had to hide the container to break the cycle! She was having so much fun!
Tonight, Olivia went back to that fun place on top of the dog houses and pulled out a full roll of puppy poopy bags and a leash, then proceeded to parade around the house dragging both behind her - couldn't be happier! Adorable!
What other tricks.... she's been happy at daycare the last few days when we dropped her off (more or less). Olivia is almost over her chest cold.... Mom and Dad are certainly not. In fact, last night I was up until 1am working (ramping up on new job) and coughing, and today was just miserable. Kevin has also been coughing up a lung. I can't wait to finish this quick entry and turn out the light.
I do have to say that it's amazing a child can start so adorable and innocent, so beautiful, fun and happy, and then somehow deteriorate into the terrible, violent people that we're watching on the news in the ISIS group in the Middle East. All those people were toddlers at one time, how does such hate and violence grow out of familial love? I just don't understand it. Today, the group released a video of burning a Jordanian pilot alive. Why? For some ideal? How could you debase human life, something not yet found anywhere else in the Universe for some intangible story? And why is no one really fighting back? Most of all, the peaceful people of the same religion who are being demeaned because of the ISIS tactics. During our walk around Lake Elizabeth Sunday, it was apparently World Burka day, and people had picnics and signs up saying why they wore burkas and trying to say that it doesn't change anything. I just don't trust someone if I can't see their full face. (And there are plenty of people I don't trust even when I can see their face!)
Sorry to get all political in this happy family blog, but we don't live in a vacuum and I struggle daily with the dichotomy of this happy life in America and trying to understand the motivation behind such hate and malice in other parts of the world. I don't want Olivia growing up in such a hateful world.
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