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7 Months

January 3, 2007/4 Comments/in Lucy, Photos /by Megan

Lucinda Sloan Peters! You must stop growing, immediately! You are becoming quite too large to carry around and the fact that I can no longer leave a room without you is seriously hampering my ability to make a good martini. This month you have become my lovely, little appendage. Even though before this month you were less mobile and less independent, you were also not as attached to me. If I left the room, then, hey, no biggie. You’d just drool and coo at whoever else was around, including the dog. Now, when I leave, you squeal and writhe as if I had just cut off each of your little toes one by one.

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Other than your incessant need to have me on your visual radar, this was a month of independence. And oh boy, it came in waves. First, you started eating solids foods and pooping solid (and very smelly) poops, then came the scooting and the backwards crawling. Tomorrow you’re probably going to tell me not to wait up as you’re headed out to the movies with some skanky boy named Leon and you’re planning on staying out late.

You officially have said “da da,” and by officially, I mean you’ve looked at your dad and said it. I love watching the two of you together. When we left town for a few days over the holiday without your dad, you got pretty sick with your first cold. The minute we stepped back in the house and you saw your daddy standing there I thought you were going to leap across the room. Your whole body jumped forward toward him and I seriously thought I was going to drop you.

Speaking of the uber-sickness we both encountered this month, there was one positive thing that came out of it. Cuddling. You’ve never been much of a cuddler, but since you refused to sleep when you were sick, we ended up spending many nights curled up together in bed. And even though I was sure the lack of sleep was going to kill me, I really did like the cuddling. Now, in the mornings, I bring you straight to bed with me once you get up. I feed you there and then you hang out for a while, playing with a few toys we keep next to the bed or slapping your dad in the head. I cherish these moments with my gorgeous family. This was one of the best gifts this Christmas.

Welcome to a new year, Lucy. I know that 2007 will be a better one just because you are in it.

Love,
Mama

Attack of the Mucus Monster

December 23, 2006/0 Comments/in Lucy /by Megan

Have you ever seen those horrible Mucinex commercials with Mr. Mucus as he moves into your chest and causes congestion by setting up his TV and spreading his gross, green germs everywhere. Well that is what has happened to both little Lucy and myself. My poor baby has her first cold and she is freaking miserable! She’s runny and snotty and grumpy, basically an all-around crab. And officially on my list of things that suck, putting saline drops in a baby’s nose. Seriously, not fun.

But it’s the holidays so we’re pushing through. Happy Trent’s birthday, everyone! Oh, and merry Christmas, as well.

Crap

December 20, 2006/2 Comments/in Blond, Grumples, Lucy /by Megan

Murphy’s Law states, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. Megan’s Law states the same with this addition: especially during the holidays. The baby is sick. Sort of. I think she’s just teething, but she is so clingy and hysterical, which is very rare for her. I finally figured out the secret to getting her to go to sleep, which is her good old sleep positioner. We haven’t used it in months, but what ever works, you know?

Oh, and my computer was thrown on to a tile floor. OK, so I tripped over the cord (and contrary to the Mac commercials that state this won’t happen) and the computer came crashing down. My left shift key is now no longer functional, and I didn’t realize how often I use that key. Boo.

Uploading for the Masses

December 7, 2006/2 Comments/in Family, Lucy, Molly, Photos, Trent /by Megan

Since I have felt the need to saturate the web with my presence, I worried a bit that you all had stopped reading this, my first and my favorite, place to sprew garbage on the Internet. When my comments dropped drastically, I went through a sort of 9th grade barrage of feelings. Was I no longer funny? Am I boring now that I’m at home all day with the monkey baby? No one likes me?

But, after checking my site stats, I guess you are still reading, just not commenting. Which I understand as I’m usually sending emails, posting on Facebook and running this site. So, my lovely readers, I forgive you. I promise soon I will tell stories of drunken family Christmas parties that will make even the most cynical reader crack a grin.

But until then, I have been putting off posting pictures because, well, it’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been uploading to so many sites (see saturation above) and creating so many damn Christmas gifts with pictures of the child, I just didn’t have the time to upload for the masses. But, here you go. The few below are some of my favorites, click on them to view the whole collection.

For some deja vu, go to my Facebook site.

6 Months

December 3, 2006/1 Comment/in Lucy /by Megan

Holy god, Lucy, you are actually six months old! Since you’ve been born, this was the milestone that was always the biggest and (seemingly) the most elusive. A six month old baby is just so…so…BIG. I really haven’t thought of what will happen once we past this six month mark. I guess it just seemed surreal that we’d ever make it here in the first place. I’d better study up on what babies over six months are supposed to do. I’ve heard they start moving around when you put them down on the floor, I wonder if I should be worried?

This month you have become, yet another, entirely different baby. I’m starting to think you may have an issue with mutiple personalities. Lucy, don’t listen to the voices in your head, especially the one telling you to say “da da” before “ma ma!” Ignore the voices!

Of course, you haven’t really been ignoring the voices and have started to make sounds that could be translated as actual words. Whether they are actually words or not is up for debate, but you’ve made noises that strongly resemble hi, daddy and da da. I believe you are doing this to torture me, and to that I say, well played young one. I will keep feeding you chocolate and candy until you say “mama.” You win.

You are also startingly mobile. We all know the story about me leaving the room and returning to find you in the fireplace. You’re scooting around a bit, but most of the movement comes from you rolling from place to place. You’re just like a puppy. All I have to do is put a toy out of your reach and there you are, rolling around to get it.

This month we went to Grandma’s house for our first major holiday, Thanksgiving. When your Grandpa Lee’s ENTIRE extended family came over, you were in heaven. Me? I heard the doorbell ring 40 times and thought I was going to lose it! You took everything in stride, as you were passed from person to person, laughing, smiling and trying to put things (people, cats) in your mouth. I finally had to steal you back because I was just so in love with my little charmer and I wanted to keep a bit for myself. Maybe I should bottle it up and sell it on QVC for three easy installments of $19.99? I know I’d pay for some bottled Lucy-charm.

Yesterday, someone who was meeting you for the first time got you giggling and I heard her exclaim, “Oh my God, she looks just like Megan!” I know you’re the spitting image of your daddy, but it’s nice to know that I’m in there too. Especially when you’re sharing that great belly laugh. You’re such a happy little kid and we are so blessed. You see the good in every, single thing you lay your eyes on, and that’s such a great, positive thing to be around.

I love you, little monkey.

Love,
Mama

P.S. I am not a fan of the new teeth…could we possibly go back to my gumming girl that had a smile like an old man? No. OK, well, no biting!