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.
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