Lucy is a big girl.

Lucy really wants to be in charge of her own world. Or, more specifically, she doesn't want ME to be in charge of her world. In order to facilitate her newfound need for independence, I'm trying to let her eat and drink on her own without a lot of "help" from me. And be "help," I mean "torture." Anyway, Lucy has recently figured out the sippy cup, and she's taken to carrying it around with her everywhere. The best part is that although she can get the liquid in her mouth, she has a bit of a hard time actually getting it down her throat. So...yeah...you can find Lucy over there by the puddle. On the carpet. Of curdled milk.

PS: Don't mind the HUGE red mark on her face. I gave her the nail clippers, but instead of cutting her nails, she used them to clip through the propane line and then ate them. So, her nails are kind of long.