Olive, we’ve gone out to dinner each of the past two nights. Last night, you, mommy, and aunt Pei went to Tacolicious, which recently opened on Valencia, and tonight, we went to Olea. Per usual, you slept in the burrito on the way there. Per usual, you woke up once we got there. Per usual, other patrons oooed and aahed when mommy sat you on the table. Per usual, you sat wide-eyed and alert, taking it all in. Per usual, you smiled and sometimes (this is new) squealed when mom or I moved close to chat with you. Per usual, uncle Gabe liked your cold cheeks. Per usual, dinner was perfect. Per usual, so were you.
Olive… you love going out. You are a city girl.