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Friday, December 21, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012

Since we are four days from Christmas (HOOOOOOOWWWW!?!?) I have decided to force myself to document that Thanksgiving did actually exist for us this year; although it did not look like it usually does...  Contrary to what I may have once believed, spending Thanksgiving stuffing your face with turkey and sweet potatoes while poolside in sunny, 85 degree weather does not suck.  In fact, we rather enjoyed ourselves.  We spent Thanksgiving in Phoenix this year and had a great time! 
 
Just landed in Phoenix! On the bus to get the rental car. She's happy to have a good reason to wear her shades.
 
Lucy and Papa poolside.

  

 

Uncles. Doing what uncles do best. Playing dangerous games that are likely to break someone's arm, while also making the niece one of the happiest kids alive. I wish I had captured all of this on video, but the blurry photos actually tell the story pretty well.








 

Again, more of that uncle behavior I was talking about!




 
 


 
 
 
The zoo!
 
All my people in one spot.  Staring at an enormous, muddy, smelly pachyderm.  It's amazing the difference one little girl can make!

 


Friday, December 14, 2012

She's already calling me out

This morning Lucy and I were getting her dressed (yes, this is a cooperative effort) and she started coughing.  The real kind.  The kind where I think, "hmmmmm, what do I have going on today at work should I get THE CALL?"  She's had a yucky nose for a few days but I have mostly been chalking it up to her two-year molars coming in combined with temperatures in the teens at night and well into the 50s+ during the day.  To be honest, all three of us have had some variation of crud in the last week or so, but 'tis the season to push on, so push on we have.  And then there was this conversation:

Lucy: COUGH.  COUGH.  HACKING UP HER LUNGS.

Me: Lucy, that doesn't sound good.  You have a cough!

Lucy: Yah, Mama.

Me:  Do you feel ok?  Let me feel your forehead.

Lucy: Noooooooooooo. Pulling away from me, she would just like to be left alone.

Me (In my best indignant voice, wondering which terrible, irresponsible daycare parents I can blame): Is this going around in your classroom?  Who started this?  Lucy, does someone at school have a cough?   

Lucy: Yah, Mama.

Me: Well, who is the one with the cough?

Lucy: Me.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Just another day...


I always think (or maybe hope) I will forever remember the funny little comments Lucy makes in our daily lives.  She makes Paul and I crack up on a regular basis and I want to remember that always.  But, life gets in the way and then what do you know?  It will have been a whole hour since that really funny thing she said and I’ll be damned if I can't recollect what we were laughing about just 60 short minutes ago.  So, I'm going to try and do a better job recording these little gems.  Here are four conversations that took place in the last 24 hours.  Enjoy!
SCENE 1: 6:30 AM – Lucy wakes up (from her big girl bed!) and Paul and I are not quite ready to greet the day so we go against all sound parenting advice and put her in bed with us for 15 minutes of snuggling before we all get up.  Did I mention that I love this part of the day?

Me: AHHHHCHOOOO!

Lucy: Mama, you sneeze?

Me: I did, Lucy.

Lucy: Besh (bless) you.

Me: Thanks, Lucy.

Lucy: DAAADAAAAA! 

Paul: Yes, Lucy? 

Lucy: Mama sneezed.

Paul: Yep, she sure did.

Lucy: Dada, say besh you.

Paul: Bless you, Mama.

Lucy: Dada, les (let's) go have breakfast!


SCENE 2: At the dinner table, we are having chicken tortilla soup, so Lucy basically has what we are eating minus 90% of the liquid.  She is wearing a shirt that has three buttons at the top that have undone themselves so she’s sitting there looking like a teenager from the 80s. 

Lucy: Uh-oh!  Back (black) bean in dere (there).  Her head disappears down her shirt while she looks for the runaway black bean.

Anne: Lucy, I think it went through your shirt and is now on the floor.  I point to one of about six black beans on the floor.

Lucy: Looking around frantically for the bean...  Oh!  I found it!

Anne: Where?

Lucy: It’s in my mouf (mouth). 


SCENE 3: Before bath/bedtime Paul always asks who she would like to have give her a bath and who she would like to have read books and put her to bed.  We share these responsibilities so we each get to (or have to, depending on Lucy’s mood) spend some one on one time with her in the evening. 

Paul: Lucy, do you want dada to do the bath and mama to read the books?  Or mama do the bath and dada read the books?

Lucy: Continuing to color, ignoring Paul.

Paul: Luuuuucyyyyyy.  Who do you want to do the bath?

Lucy: Without missing a beat or even looking up from her drawing: Um, Lucy do da (the) bath.


SCENE 4: This was at about 7:15 this morning.  Lucy had woken up in the middle of the night so I had gone into her room to check on her, I laid down to try and get her back to sleep and the next thing I know, it’s 7:15 AM and we're both waking up in her bed. 

Lucy: Her little head pops up from her pillow, messy hair in her face and she smiles at me and then thrusts herself onto my chest, arms extended. 

Anne: Lucy, what are you doing?

Lucy: She pauses, looks at me and with a NO DUH voices says, “Doing push-ups, Mama.”

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Days Go By: November

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