Miss Piggy
The pictures that were supposed to go with yesterday’s post, starring, Lucy’s pigtails!
9 Months
Dear Lucy,
This weekend you turned nine months old. I had planned to write a fabulous post with some new photos of you with your cute, little pigtails, but then I scheduled too many things and our basement flooded and my computer access was limited. So I apologize if this is a little scattered and short.
Actually, this whole month has been extremely scattered. I’ve started looking for full time work, as your father is starting his business soon and we’ll need the insurance. You’ve been spending a lot of time at your Aunt Beth’s house, playing with your cousins and becoming mesmorized with their small, ceramic dog. You think it is a real dog and everytime you see it your crawl right over, laughing the whole way, and grab at it’s face. You probably think it is a very nice dog, as your own dog does not seem to like you poking her eyes out. Your cousins love having you over, and your Aunt Beth told me that her son Dylan was almost in tears when he found out you weren’t staying overnight. You give them someone to impress, someone who looks up to them, and you never disappoint.
Your personality has really started blossom. You love to sing (well, mostly just say LALALALALALA and then clap your hands) and you are facinated with Elmo. You actually have really good taste in music, which I attribute to playing music to you while in utero. Whenever Coldplay comes on the radio, you stop whatever you’re doing and a smile slowly spreads across your face. We went to a Coldplay concert when I was pregnant with you, and Coldplay was what was playing on the CD player when you were born, and apparently, you remember. You also like my new favorite band, Peter, Bjorn and John, much to the dismay of your father (and your Uncle Heath).
Lucy, you are turning into such a big kid. Besides the obvious changes (the pigtails, the toothy smile) you are gaining quite the mischievious streak. Now that you can stand, you’ll crawl up to a shelf, pull yourself up and grab at whatever you can reach. When I tell you “Lucinda, NO!” (sounding very grown up and a bit like a tool) you stop what you’re doing, turn and look at me, smile, and go right back to whatever it was that made me sound like my own mother in the first place.
We’re starting a new chapter in our lives, Lucy, with me going back to work full time. And I’m very nervous about the affect this decision may make on you. I hope you know that even though you may be in daycare for most of the day, that I will be thinking about you every second. Everything I do, every decision that I make, I think about the concequences it will have on you. I want you to know that if I could just stay at home every day with you, I would do it in a second. I’ve loved this chapter, but I’m excited about the next one as well. I love you Lucylu, and you are, by far, the best (and the most demanding) boss I’ve ever had.
Love,
Your Scatter-Brained Mama
Strange Child
I just realized that everytime Lucy finishes eating her baby food, she picks up all of the crumbs on her tray and attempts to shove them in her mouth. Usually they end up all over her eyebrows. Then she leans down and starts chewing on the corner of the tray.
Maybe she’s watched our dog lick up our leftovers one too many times. Or maybe she’s just been watching me eat.
My New Drug
Shopping for baby clothes at Old Navy is just sickeningly addictive. They always seem to be having a sale on baby clothes, and how could you not buy this!
It says “My Mommy’s a Rockstar!” though you can’t really tell in this pic….oh and this!
Gaaahhhh! I feel myself wanting to purchase more already! And don’t even get me started on the PINK-camoflage skirt….which I can’t find online, but is seriously the cutest thing ever.
Oh, and I managed to purchase myself some hip, new cargo capris…which I didn’t try on until I got home and realized they are the exact same color as my skin. Which looks really creepy.
8 Months
Dear Lucy,
First off, I know this is belated, as technically you turned eight months old last weekend, but we were in Florida with your grandmother. And even though she swore to me that your Great Aunt Timmie had “the Internet,” when we arrived I realized not only the computer was from 1998, but she was using dial up. Not to mention that I spent most of my Florida computer time attempting to find some random pictures that were lost somewhere “in my documents” and emailing them to a friend of your Aunt’s.
In the last month, well, really, the last two weeks, your growth has just exploded. One day I woke up and you could crawl. Two days later you pulled your self into a standing position and looked at me like, duh, I’ve been doing this all along just not with YOU in the room! I can not even describe to you the horror of realizing we were going to be visiting Grandma in Florida, with all of her figurines and fake flowers, with you as a completely mobile being. Your Grandma ended up just stacking pillows on everything and putting you in her padded cell with some measuring cups to chew on. My little insane baby.
You’ve also realized that water can be fun. I’ve been trying to get you to splash in the tub for months, and now I may be regretting this decision. Bathtime is officially bathtime for anyone within a 5 foot radius of you. Water is everywhere! You squeal and scream and splash. And when I take you out of the water your legs keep kicking like you’re going to leap right out of my arms into the sink. My little insane fishy.
You were my little travel buddy in the last month. We took our first plane trip together and I received so many compliments on your behavior. Such a happy baby, everyone says. And you are. You’re so joyful. And when I get you up from bed or naps, or when I pick you up when you go head first into a wall or piece of furniture, or if you just look up and decide you need me, you lift your arms up above your head. And when I pick you up you wrap your tiny arms around my neck and place your head on my shoulder. Just for a minute, then you jerk up to see if you missed something. That small moment is by far the best moment of my life. And I get to live it every day. My amazing little Lucy.
Love,
Mama
