Three Years of Lucy

Today an excited Lucy turned three. Throughout the day she would randomly begin jumping up and down announcing, "It's my birthday!"

Lucy is thoughtful and kind, but not a pushover. She sings made up songs all day long. One of her favorite activities is dancing. When music is turned on, she drops whatever she is doing and runs to the music to dance. This year she started calling Neil "Daddy-oh." It was adorable the few months it lasted. She loves wearing dresses and the color pink (the leopard print goes without saying). One of my favorite things about Lucy is the way she says "Tank you, Mom" whenever I give her anything. She is also extremely animated when she talks. You can't help but smile when you are around her. We are so lucky to have Lucy in our family.

We love you Lucy!

It Does Snow Here!

 This winter, the city has looked like this. Not a snowflake to be seen.

This adventure took place this past Saturday.

Today, it actually snowed enough to break out the cold weather gear. Before sending the girls into the snow, Lucy adamantly declared she would only wear her (too small) purple coat and not the pink coat (that fits). She also refused to wear her snow pants. Greta shared in the drama by shedding many tears over her snow boots because they were too big (the same snow boots she wore last year without complaint). I was pleasantly pleased that the girls ended up spending more time in the snow than getting the snow gear on. It doesn't always turn out that well.

 

Greta decided the snowman should indeed be a boy and named him George.

The girls ended their adventure by making and eating snow ice cream (snow, milk, vanilla, lots of sugar) and enjoying a bubble bath.

Missing Socks and What Lucy Wore

I purchased an eight-pack package of pink patterned socks for Lucy. For some reason, the mate to every (every) sock is missing. How is that even possible?

These are the lonely socks.

I did find a matching pair of white socks for her. Of course she wouldn't wear them because "white is a boy color." She decided on wearing the mismatched shades of pink socks.


Lucy aka Leopard Lady.  I am pretty sure this is Lucy's dream outfit.

Notice the mismatched socks.

While I was in the shower...

Greta made Lucy breakfast. It was made up of cold pancakes (minus the syrup), a cold hard boiled egg (peeled and cut in half), and some thick Tang. There were smiles all around. Greta excitedly offered to make breakfast everyday except Saturday and Sunday. A fantastic idea.

15 Months

Yesterday I took a trip to the salon. It has been 15 months since I have had my hair cut, colored, etc. Fifteen months. October 2010 for my family photos. The year 2011 came and went without any changes to my hair. I knew the grays must be pretty thick when my mom called in December specifically to offer to pay for me to get my hair done for my birthday.

October 2010:

 January 2012:

Conversation with Jen, my hairdresser as she is curling my hair.
Jen: So, do you curl your hair very often?
Me: I don't own a curling iron.
Jen (in her mind): ?!?
Me (in my mind): I am a mother of two girls and I don't own a curling iron?!?

Jen is amazing. She is definitely worth the two month wait. Unfortunately, she is not taking any new clients. I'm really glad I became her client 15 months ago.

I will be purchasing a curling iron. Today.

The 10 Day Countdown

I have 10 days to turn 12 strips of fabric into a skirt for Lucy for her birthday. A ruffle skirt. With six ruffles. Gulp.

Lucy fell asleep on my arm while she, Greta, and I were curled up on the couch reading stories. I always feel bad when this happens. The first question out of Neil's mouth when he comes home from work is always, "Did the girls have a nap?" The correct answer is no. (So they will go to bed at night. Some nights get pretty ugly.) But how do you wake this up?

Photo courtesy of Greta

What Greta Wore

Conversation this morning.
Greta: "Mom, I need help picking out a shirt."
Me (eying her choice of blue/gray plaid skirt and hot pink leggings): "I think I can find something to match that."
Greta (half cry/half whining voice): "Ooooh, I don't want to wear a shirt that matches this."
Of course. Why would you want your clothes to match? That's crazy talk.