We took Lucy to see Santa over the weekend, and well…
She wasn’t scared or anything, but just look at that face!
Bored. So bored. Just utterly unimpressed.
For comparison, this is how she looks at Merlin:
I mean, everyone should find someone who looks at them the way Lucy looks at Merlin.
And the funniest thing about it is, she’s obsessed with all things Christmas and Santa right now. I think maybe it just didn’t click that there was the big guy. But I bet it will next year!
Old traditions now
become new.
I will never get tired of building
this beautiful life
with you,
my Lucy Blue.
Our beautiful sunshine girl turned two over the weekend.
Two magical years with this phenomenal little human. Graham and I feel so lucky to be Lucy’s parents.
We did a small get together with friends yesterday to celebrate. We had cake.
And a pizza party. Lucy loves pizza.
And her Papa Bill. (Isn’t this the sweetest picture ever? Oh my goodness.)
I am just amazed by her. She’s so smart and brave and curious, and she teaches me to be in the moment every day. I wasn’t sure, for a long time, if I wanted to be a mother at all, and I’m grateful – so, so grateful – that I’ve got Lucy in my life.
This is the season for giving thanks, and I’m thankful for my Lucy Elizabeth – that she’s strong and healthy and happy, and that I get to watch her grow up.
My heart is very full.
Just one more Halloween post, because Lucy carved her very first pumpkin! Well, her daddy carved it and she watched. But I think it’s safe to say, she was a pretty big fan.
She gave it lots of hugs and said hi to it every time we went out on the porch. SO. CUTE.
Beauty and bravery, tutus and toughness, femininity and fortitude – these things are not mutually exclusive. What Lucy can dream, she can do. And I want her to live in a world where no one can tell her no just because she’s a girl.
…a sunny morning on the sand and also this random candle she found in Nana Meg’s cabinet and carried around for the rest of the day.
The question is…
…is Lucy the spaghetti monster, or does she think the spaghetti is a monster? Further study will be required, I think, to make a final determination.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl named Lucy.
Lucy was very smart and brave, and also very curious. She loved to explore, and to play with her best friend, Merlin the Magic Cat.
Lucy did not love to nap. Every day after lunch, Mama and Lucy would sit down in a quiet room and cuddle, and Mama would sing lullabies. But Lucy did not want to fall asleep.
She only wanted to play and play.
And play and play and play and play and play and play and play.
Lucy could play for hours and just not get tired.
And play and play and play and play and play and…
Everyone has to sleep, silly Lucy.
Y’all…
This beautiful, silly, clever kid. Oh, my heart. 😊
(Also, about ten minutes after this photo was taken, she broke Graham’s phone. LOL.)
I’m a mountain person.
Always have been.
Graham grew up by the water, and spent pretty much every summer day of his entire childhood on the sand. He’s the first person I’ve ever met who actually lived at the beach.
Before we got together, I think I’d visited the beach, like, five times, maybe?
All of that to say, the beach was never a huge part of my life, and it’s taken some getting used to.
It’s silly, I know, to say something like that. Lots of people love the beach – they visit every year, they make plans to retire there, they dream of owning a house and staying in it as often as they can. And I totally get it! It’s just never been my thing.
But y’all, sometimes, you gotta get over yourself.
And in this case, you is me. I am you. Because, as it turns out, Lucy loves the beach.
She’s a little intimidated by the all that sand and water, sure, but she’s a fan. Graham is elated. 😊 And me?
Well, I guess I’m finally, slowly, and for the best reason ever, becoming a beach person.
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