This one isn't even very cute of her, but it shows her without blankets and a coat and hat, which is how she travels here. Sometimes people wonder if I'm carrying a baby or just a big wad of fleece. When we got off the plane in California, Lucy's eyes got huge and she was quietly turning her head back and forth. Finally I realized that it was the first time she had ever felt a warm sun or a gentle breeze. She spent the week content to be outside looking around at everything. When we got off the plane in Appleton and she took her first breath of arctic air, she howled all the way home. Frankly, that's how we all felt.
Lucy is the first baby who has baby pictures. I probably shouldn't admit that, but I always thought that we could take cute shots ourselves. Finally, the fourth time, I understand that it just doesn't work that way. So I had these done... and then bought Kelly a fancy camera for his (early) birthday, and now we can take good pictures ourselves. More on that later....I love Lucy's curly hair and hope it stays curly at least through toddlerhood. I love little ringlet pigtails. I have only gelled her hair a few times because it makes me feel guilty, like one of those pageant moms who put fake eyelashes on their babies. It's different, I know, but not much.
She is our happiest baby and loves to smile. We race to get her out of bed in the mornings because of the grins, and I suspect that there isn't anyone in this house who hasn't prematurely awakened the baby in an effort to be first to see her smile.
Lucy is teeny like her sisters. She was doing so well until this four month visit when her weight went from 50% ("average?? We've never been average before - hooray!") to 11%. The doctor said she might worry, but Lucy is still the biggest percentage-wise in our family. Except for the parents, of course.
She rolled over both ways last weekend for the first time and can recite two nursery rhymes by heart. Not really, but Lizzie is sure that she talks to her. Lizzie is Lucy's favorite (I think it's because Lizzie is the least threatening. I never have to tell her to put the baby down, don't squeeze her like that, etc.) and they play very well together. Without Lizzie's help with the baby, dinner might never be served, girls would go to bed with shampoo in their hair, and Anna would wear two mismatched left shoes to school every morning. Speaking of which, has anyone seen a pair of pink boots or a pair of purple gloves? Anna has lost both of them even though she wears them every time she goes outside. I'm seriously afraid that one of these days she will just come home ignorantly naked. "Oh, yeah, I couldn't find my clothes. No, not too cold."
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