Lucy-isms

There is a dad out there who has made an entire twitter account to document the antics of his four daughters. It's hilarious and I have literally laughed until I cried at a number of his tweets (thank you, Pinterest, for compiling a best hits), and I realized that I could do the same, mostly with the things that Lucy says.

We used to laugh because her logic made absolutely no sense (or so we thought), but now she makes such hilariously accurate points that we all end up repeating them.

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Milo, disputing whether it is, indeed, bedtime.

Lucy: "Look at this, Milo. Is it dark outside? Is it nighttime? Yes it is."

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Gazing intensely at Milo's chapped lips first thing in the morning.

Lucy: "I've got my eye on your bottom lip, Milo."

After some thought. "I'm going to teach you how to use some ha-lips (Chapstick)."

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Actual song lyric: "I'd be packing my bags when I need to stay..."

Lucy, at the top of her lungs in the shower: "I'd be packing my bags when I need a steak..."


Now don't you wish you lived around here? Never a dull moment, friends. Even if you wanted one.

Tattoos and tongues

We spend time every morning reading from the Bible, specifically the Torah portions that other people around the world are reading at the very same time. We're in Leviticus right now, which is always a challenge for me... We read last week about not cutting yourself for the dead or tattooing yourself. I have always read this as you shouldn't tattoo for the dead, but we discussed how the possibility was that you shouldn't tattoo yourself at all.

Well, you know what came up next. "Mommy, you have tattoos. Why did you do that?"

"Well, Mommy didn't necessarily follow all of the Torah when I got them. I didn't know better."

Cue the disapproving looks and deep sighs.

We were on our way to dance class in the car yesterday, and Milo and Lucy were discussing playing a certain character from Thunderbirds that has tattoos and a mask (side note - have you watched Thunderbirds Are Go on Amazon? Apparently it is life around here.) and mentioned that they would have masks, but NO tattoos. So then came the discussion of Mommy's tattoos again, which culminated in me saying, "Okay! I wish I had never gotten them!"

Milo remarked, "Mommy, everyone in the car wishes you hadn't gotten them."

Oh, Milo. So grown-up. So wonderful. So exasperating at the same time.

Anyway, my friend Brooke always tags things #momlifeisthebestlife and I totally agree. 

That tiny tongue...

Milo's face. No caption required.

Happy girl!

Two Months of Bliss

So Emmy is officially two months old now, be still my heart. Why did pregnancy seem to go so slowly, and then time sped up to quadruple speed after she was born?

Anyway, I managed to take a picture that is so imperfect and so descriptive of Emmy's life right now. Do you get the idea?

Oh, Emmy. The new has not worn off for Milo and Lucy. You would think that every day is the first day I brought this baby home from the hospital the way these little people fawn all over her. Emmy is never short on kisses, snuggles, or entertainment. And she is such a laid-back baby that she just rolls with it, but every now and then I see a glimpse of this face and it makes me laugh.

But thank goodness! I have amazing little people who love this baby. They aren't jealous or threatened. They just adore her with their whole hearts, and feel like her presence is the best gift our family has ever been given.

So, sweet Emmy. She has found her fists and loves to gnaw on them when she is hungry or tired. She enjoys tummy time and has gotten really good at holding her head up. She loves to look at books, especially some of Lucy's little board books with pictures of babies. She has laughed several times, but I can never get her to do it when I try (the first time was at her Nana at gymnastics class). And she is so smiley, so snuggly, so sweet that we all feel so incredibly blessed. Emmy, you are more amazing every single day!

Oh, and just a note. For all her smileyness, as soon as I get out the camera, she becomes stoic. I need to figure out a picture-taking strategy!

Life lessons from Lucy

Oh, my Lucy. I love my child so fiercely, and she gives me such a run for my money.

Yesterday was one of those days. I had asked my mom to come watch Milo and Emmy so I could take Lucy to the dentist all by herself. We almost never get to do things just the two of us, and I thought she would be so excited.

Well, when she woke up, she thought her daddy was taking her to the dentist because he had taken Milo the week before. Cue meltdown number one.

Then Nana arrived at our house to babysit, and Lucy realized that Nana wasn't taking her to the dentist - stinking old Mommy was (even though we had already discussed what was going to happen). Cue meltdown number two.

I took her to the dentist, got her a Sonic drink as a reward for a good appointment, and we got home. She was naughty all stinking day long. Cue meltdowns three, four, five, six... You get the picture. I was so fed up that by the time she pulled down the bunk bed ladder (that was screwed in, mind you), I couldn't even spank her for fear of a genuine mommy meltdown. So I parked her in a chair and there she sat until I could be rational (it took a long time and a lot of Doritos, so there went the Jillian Michaels workout I had sweat through earlier).

Oh, sweet Lucy. What does a mommy do?

Well, I just took a deep breath and kept right on trucking. Trucking through a power outage and no car to leave the house. Trucking through dinner in the car when Nate got home. Trucking through bedtime where she just wanted Nate to lay her down.

And then Nate reported to me what happened at prayer time. He asked her to be thinking of how much she loves Mommy and tell Yahweh three things she loves about me. "Yahweh, thank you for Mommy. She is soooooo beautiful. She is always nice. And she is even beautiful in the morning when her breath is stinky."

So, there you go. This child sees me at my crankiest, at my no-makeup-iest. At my very most basic in sweatpants and a spit-up covered shirt. And she still thinks I'm beautiful and nice all the time (even when my breath is stinky). I have to be doing at least a tiny something right, and I'm so glad that I breathe and hold my tongue when I want to be angry and tell her all about it. Life lessons from Lucy, right? Thank you, Father, for giving me this beautiful, lovable, amazing little challenge.

Side note: Lucy was singing a song about me the other day while she played the piano. She got to this part - "Mommy is so funny," looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and changed it to, "A little funny." I guess you can't win them all, right?