Olivia

Olivia is 2.5 now.  She has a bit of sass but is cute enough to pull it off.  I often see it come out when I'm performing motherly tasks like diaper changing, nail clipping, or hair brushing.
Olivia:  "Ow, hurts"
Me: "No, it doesn't hurt"
O: "Yeah, hurts" (With just the slight hint of a valley girl accent)
Her thing lately has been pretending to be a cat- specifically a baby cat... not a kitten... a baby cat.  She is stringing together several word sentences, climbing, walking, running, playing.
Her hair is straight during the winter months because it is so dry.  I had been avoiding substantial hair cuts for the first two years of her life because I was afraid of losing her curls.  When I thought they were gone, I cut it.    Today was a balmy 90 degrees and her hair curled right back up.  She is pretty adorable.
I still call her my baby, even at 2 and a half.  I probably always will.  She tries to correct me- "no, girl" to which I say, "you're a baby until you can go potty in the toilet."  She is not interested in that business yet.  But has been tempted on occasion to at least sit on the potty- if Swedish Fish are involved.  
That is O at the beach a year ago in March.  I'm sort of playing a roulette game with images I'm using today.  The thumbnails I am given, are less of a thumbnail and more of an ant sized image.  I click on one, wait forever for it to load, and if it correlates to what I am saying at all- I'll add it.  She is still as cute and as chubby as she is in this picture- she is also longer, louder, and faster.