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clapping at herself after kissing herself in the mirror, cartia couldn’t help but laugh at olive’s actions. she was becoming more mobile, her personality was the best to watch flourish and shine through every day. she was at that stage where if cartia, devon or ronnie left the room, she got upset and tried to follow them. blowing kisses, waving bye and even patty cake were some of olive’s favorite things to do along with still drink directly from the boob and stick her hands down her mom and dad’s shirts to feel their skin. but nothing, nothing at all, topped the excitement on their baby girl’s face when she saw devon’s car pull up outside the window or heard the garage open depending where they were in the house. the way she went crazy and was full out dancing in place with happiness always made cartia smile. the little girl would get on her hands and knees and rock back and forth and find weird ways to get to the door she thought he’d come in through. she was sporting the cutest head wrap today that matched her romper, as cartia swooped her up to protect her from slipping and sliding in the kitchen, she assured her moochie olive that dada was indeed home and was in complete shock as she said the word fully back. ‘da-da’ olive let out with a giggle as devon was in sight. cartia didn’t know what to do at first, her long lashes blinked over and her jaw dropped as she heard olive repeat it again to devon saying ‘da-da’ with emphasis on the second half, grabby hands in full effect as she was kicking her little legs and squealing. looking at devon, she was making sure he heard it, like in full force his daughter calling out for him and both of his girls waiting eagerly to see him post practice. he looked so damn fine and cartia’s entire body was on cloud nine. olive saying her first word had her in complete and utter awe. moments like this is something she missed with ronnie at times, so to have this with both devon and olive was so sweet.