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Queen Lucy

Our little girl is now TWO!
Ok, she has been for 3 weeks now, her mom is just slow...
Alas, she did turn two and had the birthday any 2 year old would LOVE. This is the conversation we had at the dinner table about Lucy's party.
Boys: Who are we going to invite? Can our friends come too? Can it be a water party?
Me: Does Lucy like it when her friends are here?
Boys: No
Me: Is Lucy nice to her friends?
Boys: No
Me: Does Lucy like to share her toys?
Boys & Lucy: No
Me: Does Lucy like it when mommy talks to other grown ups?
Boys & Lucy: No
Me: Should we invite all Lucy's friends and their families to her party?
Boys & Lucy: No

So it was decided. Let the spoiling begin. We had just a family party, with balloons for the girl, cake for the girl, presents for the girl, and ring-around-the-rosie for the girl. She had a ball and didn't have to share one thing!Here are some thing I always want to remember about my newly 2 year old LUCY!

She recently woke up at 6:15 am (ugh), calling "Momma....Momma.....I'm Darvin'!" (Starving)

She has ears like an elephant and constantly keeps us up to speed on what is going on in the neighborhood even though we are inside the house, "oh, airplane", "oh, choo choo train", "oh, doggie", "oh, beep, beep", "oh, copter". She hears all of these way before I even notice.

Her "hair" finally blows in the wind, at least when she is on the swing!

We taught her that instead of hitting and pushing and yelling "go away" when someone does something she doesn't like, that she should just say "no thanks". There are many times when we hear her angrily yelling "NO TANKS! NO TANKS!"

Lucy LOVES baby Sam Sam, as we call him, (she calls him Dam Dam) She loves it when he comes in her crib to play or when she gets to play with him in his crib. She always wants to feed Dam Dam, which I hate because it is messy baby food, but is pretty cute.


She is a pretty dang good eater and I can almost always get her to try one bite of anything, then of course she usually eats the rest, but even if she doesn't, she will at least try it.

Byron taught her to fill in the blanks: "Daddy is the ....." she yells, "BEST!" "Mommy is the....." she yells "CUTEST!" (yeah, we're brainwashing, whatever!)

My mom made her a little snuggly when she was born and she LOVED it and always slept with it. We lost it at the waterpark resort so of course my mom made her another one and sent it in the mail. We made a big deal that Grandma made it just for Lucy (so she would give Sam's back to him) and she was pleased as punch. That was months ago. The other week church changed to the horrid 1 pm slot so I brought the snug for her so she would fall asleep. Yeah right. She told 3 different people, while showing off her snug, "Grandma Made It, Lucy." She seemed so endeared to her Grandma, it made me happy inside!

She's the worst dancer ever, but she loves it and does it all the time.


She loves PBS's Super Why! Did I say loves? I mean is ADDICTED!

She can belt out the Indiana Jones song with the best of 'em.

She loves to go to Nursery now, and thinking of church, she doesn't escape to go up to sit with Byron on the stand anymore Woohoo! (except for last Sunday, darn it!)

She throws a fit with the best of them, but she snaps out of it pretty easily.

Boy I love this girl! Can't get enough!

Hard Hearted?

Once again it is back to school time and with both boys now gone all day I am too excited. I realized a few years back that I am a "special" mom. I was taking Jack to his first day of Kindergarten, surrounded by moms putting on a brave face and wiping their tears. I didn't get it. I gave Jack a high five and a "see you in a few hours" and whistled a happy tune the whole way home! I wondered what in the heck was wrong with me. Do I not love my little boy as much as these concerned, compassionate, emotional moms? I got over that pretty quick. Of course I do! Jack and I had a unique relationship, and he was very ready to be at school and I was very ready to have someone else inspire him, teach him and help him grow. I thought it was great! And I still do! I think I am a much better mom in shorter segments of time. I know I need to be totally positive and patient for 2 hours in the morning. Then I can regroup and unwind (with my two little ones) and be ready to be "on" again for another 5 or 6 hours, even though those 5-6 hours are the most crazy, frantic time of the day. But if I can break it down I do much better. The whole 14 hour straight thing day in, day out does not bring out the best in me. So, when it is time for school to begin, I say Hallelujah! Don't get me wrong, I still worry to death about my boys up there at school. Are they fitting in? Are they being nice to kids around them? Are they going to make it to the bathroom? Will they be respectful to their teachers? Can they stick up for themselves and make good choices? It goes on and on. My prayers have come much more frequently in the last three days. But does it make me cry? Not gonna happen, the smile is too big! Both Max and Jack wouldn't look up for a picture, getting too big for mom to hang around! Now I get to spend more time with my two little rascals! While we were walking home Lucy said, "Jack, Max?" I told her they were staying up at school to learn ABC's and numbers. She said, "How....Bout...Lucy?" Soon little girl, too soon! Maybe the tears will come then? (I doubt it.)

Proverbs 22:6

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Creepy

We like to plant LOTS of tomatoes because we really like tomatoes, and because we also like to share. You know, with, like, neighbors and friends. We didn't have this in mind:
These things were huge and they were eating my tomatoes! After we found about 4 of them, and their giant poop, I was pretty creeped out. Fortunately, after googling "disgusting tomato caterpillars" I found out that they would not devour me and my children, and that to get rid of them I simply had to cut off their horn until green blood comes out and throw them out for the birds. Or stomp on them. Or cut them in half. Or drown them in water. Ok, very creeped out. Definitely something for the strong man of the house. When Byron came home, he and the boys pried them off the plants, took them far into the backyard snipped them in half with trimming clippers, oohing and ahhing over the green oozing blood, and threw them in the garbage. We haven't found any more but I still feel totally violated. Hungry?