This blog was written by Yaya.
Most mornings Lucy comes into my bedroom while I am putting on my makeup before going to work and "puts on makeup" with me. When I come out of the bathroom she will come out into the hallway and sweetly ask, "Ya Ya, may I please put on makeup with you?" I tell her to ask Mommie and she usually says, "Yes." So she plays me a song on the kazoo and puts blush on while looking in a compact mirror. I put my makeup on using a lighted makeup mirror while sitting at my vanity. The other morning we had gone through this usual routine and when I put my lipstick on, I asked Lucy if she wanted some lipstick on too. She did and I barely touched her lower lip with my lipstick. I told her to rub her lips together and then she wanted to see herself in my makeup mirror. I moved to the side and tilted the mirror down so she could see herself. She studied her face looking at each side and then said, "Perfect!" It was so cute. I just had to share that Lucyism.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Whatever and ever, Amen.
The following is a video of Lucy saying her prayer at bedtime. She always needs a bit of a hint as to what comes next, and she says it in the sweetest voice. Now, she is putting on a bit of a show for the camera but she always misses the last part of the prayer and kind of just makes something up on her own. I hope you enjoy!
Shh...(whispered) ta-da. post complete. Lucy is sleeping...I hope.
Shh...(whispered) ta-da. post complete. Lucy is sleeping...I hope.
Vogue.
Tonight at dinner Papa had something dripped down the front of his shirt. Lucy nonchalantly hands him her bib and says "you need to wear a bib." Enough said.
Lucy really likes to put her bare belly on things. I'll be brushing my teeth in the bathroom and I'll look down and she'll have her shirt pulled up with her bare belly on the cold cabinets. Tonight she moved on to the drawer pulls at my desk. They are metal so they must be extra cold! :)
I think that is all that happened today, with the exception of our photo shoot.
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Lucy really likes to put her bare belly on things. I'll be brushing my teeth in the bathroom and I'll look down and she'll have her shirt pulled up with her bare belly on the cold cabinets. Tonight she moved on to the drawer pulls at my desk. They are metal so they must be extra cold! :)
I think that is all that happened today, with the exception of our photo shoot.
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Aromatics
Lucy eats just about anything we are snacking on. She "NEEDS" a bite. I was eating a piece of swiss cheese and Lucy was desperate for a bite so I held it out for her to take a bite and she put her mouth on it and then took it off and gave me a dirty look. She asked to smell the cheese, so I held it out and she gave it a sniff-sniff and said "that cheese is stinky." I guess I know what to eat when I don't want to share! :)
Tonight when we were waiting in my room for Yaya to get home and all of a sudden Lucy piped up and said "What is that stinky smell?" I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, what smell? She said "It smells like Yaya's feet, EW!" You will all have to ask Yaya about her feet and the story of the car ride and me and Yaya's feet.
Lucy has started speaking her mind about EVERYTHING. She has recently told people that they have a "big belly," and has told me "he is a grouchy man," and "that man looks mean." Now, if you continue reading this you have to promise to NOT tell Grandma Nina what Lucy said. Two weekends ago I was headed to GMa Nina's to pick her up for dinner and Lucy says to me "Grandma Nina has crazy hair." I said "you would never tell her that though, right?" Lucy was a perfect angel and said "No." So I think, we're in the clear and that I've nipped the hair comments in the bud, but this Sunday while we're out to eat Lucy said "her hair is white!" Luckily it was quiet enough that Grandma Nina didn't hear. :)
I never should have said anything like this in front of her, but late this summer Papa was grilling out and he asked me to put a beer in the freezer for him. When he grills he likes to "chill" and that means drinking a beer. He was complaining because the only beer we had in the fridge was left over from some that I had bought awhile back and it was light beer. Well, as I was getting it out of the fridge Lucy asked me what it was. I told her it was light beer and stuck it in the freezer, end of story...or so I thought. Well a few weeks later we were out to eat at Los Jardines and a gentleman across the aisle from us was drinking a Corona. Lucy starts saying (rather loudly) what sounds like "white beard, that man has a white beard." Well, Yaya starts getting flustered and shushes her thinking that this man may get offended that Lucy is pointing out his graying hair and facial hair. Well, once I figure out what's going on, I realize what Lucy is really saying is "Light beer, that man has a light beer." This kid doesn't forget anything! A week ago Lucy sees a bottle of wine on the counter in the Kitchen and asks me, "is that a light beer?" Seriously, she has a better memory than an Elephant! (We aren't a bunch of booze-hounds, I promise!)
Tonight Lucy was talking to Aunt Lynn on the phone and she was saying something that wasn't true, so I said "are you telling a lie?" I said it quietly I might add. Lucy turned around, gave me a dirty look, and said "Shhh! I'm on the phone!" Oh goodness, if this is a preview to teenage phone monopoly I don't know what I'll do.
Picture this. Lucy has just gotten in trouble for throwing a fit and she is sitting on the couch and taking time to calm down. All of a sudden I hear "Megan? Megan?" Yes Lucy? "Megan I miss you." Oh goodness.
That's all I can think of for now.
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Tonight when we were waiting in my room for Yaya to get home and all of a sudden Lucy piped up and said "What is that stinky smell?" I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, what smell? She said "It smells like Yaya's feet, EW!" You will all have to ask Yaya about her feet and the story of the car ride and me and Yaya's feet.
Lucy has started speaking her mind about EVERYTHING. She has recently told people that they have a "big belly," and has told me "he is a grouchy man," and "that man looks mean." Now, if you continue reading this you have to promise to NOT tell Grandma Nina what Lucy said. Two weekends ago I was headed to GMa Nina's to pick her up for dinner and Lucy says to me "Grandma Nina has crazy hair." I said "you would never tell her that though, right?" Lucy was a perfect angel and said "No." So I think, we're in the clear and that I've nipped the hair comments in the bud, but this Sunday while we're out to eat Lucy said "her hair is white!" Luckily it was quiet enough that Grandma Nina didn't hear. :)
I never should have said anything like this in front of her, but late this summer Papa was grilling out and he asked me to put a beer in the freezer for him. When he grills he likes to "chill" and that means drinking a beer. He was complaining because the only beer we had in the fridge was left over from some that I had bought awhile back and it was light beer. Well, as I was getting it out of the fridge Lucy asked me what it was. I told her it was light beer and stuck it in the freezer, end of story...or so I thought. Well a few weeks later we were out to eat at Los Jardines and a gentleman across the aisle from us was drinking a Corona. Lucy starts saying (rather loudly) what sounds like "white beard, that man has a white beard." Well, Yaya starts getting flustered and shushes her thinking that this man may get offended that Lucy is pointing out his graying hair and facial hair. Well, once I figure out what's going on, I realize what Lucy is really saying is "Light beer, that man has a light beer." This kid doesn't forget anything! A week ago Lucy sees a bottle of wine on the counter in the Kitchen and asks me, "is that a light beer?" Seriously, she has a better memory than an Elephant! (We aren't a bunch of booze-hounds, I promise!)
Tonight Lucy was talking to Aunt Lynn on the phone and she was saying something that wasn't true, so I said "are you telling a lie?" I said it quietly I might add. Lucy turned around, gave me a dirty look, and said "Shhh! I'm on the phone!" Oh goodness, if this is a preview to teenage phone monopoly I don't know what I'll do.
Picture this. Lucy has just gotten in trouble for throwing a fit and she is sitting on the couch and taking time to calm down. All of a sudden I hear "Megan? Megan?" Yes Lucy? "Megan I miss you." Oh goodness.
That's all I can think of for now.
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Monday, November 15, 2010
AXE me a question.
Lucy likes to get up and down and up and down and up and down and...you get the idea, at bedtime. Recently, she has been getting up to "axe" me a question. She has inquired before about when she was in Mommy's belly. So when she got up a few nights ago, she "axe-ed" me a question about that. Instead, she told me "when I was a little baby and I was in your belly, I tip-toed down the hall and the Doctor gave me a drink of juice. Then I got in Yaya's belly and Gigi's belly." I had to explain that babies are only in their Mommy's belly, and they down move to other bellies, or tip-toe, or drink juice. Then she asked what she did when she was in my belly. So I told her she slept a lot, and kicked a lot, and sometimes she even got the hiccups and I could feel them. She said, "I went 'hic, hic' I'm sick mama." Then I had to explain that the hiccups do not mean you are sick and that she couldn't talk when she was a baby in my belly. At the end of all of this, she probably got about 5-10 min of extra awake time. Sneaky.
This weekend I was getting Lucy to say knuckle sandwich just for fun. Lucy's version was "knuckle sandwich peanut butter sandwich with pickles."
Lucy and I have a unique way of sitting together. When I am sitting in my recliner or on the couch I curl my legs up to the side, and Lucy's favorite place to sit is in the crook of my knees. We call it her baby nest, and she typically "tweets" when she is sitting there, but we enjoy our cuddles.
Every Friday that I have class or work Lucy goes to a meeting with Papa. She really looks forward to these meetings for a few reasons. She gets to be spoiled by all of the shop owners on Main St., and she gets a donut. She gets so excited when she's talking about it. She shakes her bottom and kind of sings "I'm going to eat a d-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-t." Donut=sugar high
Lucy refers to all little boys as "Gabe" because my cousin's youngest son is named Gabe. In the past she has called my friend Jill's son, Xavier, Gabe and baby but has since moved on to calling him "Zavier." Well, the Gabe nickname has resurfaced recently when we went to a new church this Sunday and while in the Nursery Class, she said she bumped heads with Gabe. Oh well, at least we've moved on from Baby.
I think I need to have a talk with Lucy about where poop comes from. I was tickling her this weekend while I was changing her clothes, and I said that I would poke her in the belly button. She furrowed her brow and scolded me, saying "don't put your finger in my belly button I might poop in it." Like I said...we need to discuss where poop comes from.
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This weekend I was getting Lucy to say knuckle sandwich just for fun. Lucy's version was "knuckle sandwich peanut butter sandwich with pickles."
Lucy and I have a unique way of sitting together. When I am sitting in my recliner or on the couch I curl my legs up to the side, and Lucy's favorite place to sit is in the crook of my knees. We call it her baby nest, and she typically "tweets" when she is sitting there, but we enjoy our cuddles.
Every Friday that I have class or work Lucy goes to a meeting with Papa. She really looks forward to these meetings for a few reasons. She gets to be spoiled by all of the shop owners on Main St., and she gets a donut. She gets so excited when she's talking about it. She shakes her bottom and kind of sings "I'm going to eat a d-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-t." Donut=sugar high
Lucy refers to all little boys as "Gabe" because my cousin's youngest son is named Gabe. In the past she has called my friend Jill's son, Xavier, Gabe and baby but has since moved on to calling him "Zavier." Well, the Gabe nickname has resurfaced recently when we went to a new church this Sunday and while in the Nursery Class, she said she bumped heads with Gabe. Oh well, at least we've moved on from Baby.
I think I need to have a talk with Lucy about where poop comes from. I was tickling her this weekend while I was changing her clothes, and I said that I would poke her in the belly button. She furrowed her brow and scolded me, saying "don't put your finger in my belly button I might poop in it." Like I said...we need to discuss where poop comes from.
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