Lucy has a green thumb

We've been trying to, sort of, de-jungle-fy our yard...and it's going...well, it's going. Anyway, I do NOT have a green thumb, but Brian actually does, and I am hoping Lucy does too. Maybe she'll be a botanist! Or, on HGTV!! Anyway, last weekend Brian got busy doing the weeding, and Lucy desperately wanted to help him. She's a really good weeder, even though she probably might maybe have eaten some of them. She seems fine though, so I don't think they were (all that) poisonous. Maybe they're organic? Who knows! We're environmentally friendly like that.

Lucy Lou Who

Lucy has quite a bit of hair, for...you know...a baby. But, it's fine and slippery and she's not really into product yet, so we haven't done much in the way of bows or barrettes. We got these little clips as a gift when she was first born, and today is the first day I was able to get one in and have it stay. So, here she is in all her glory (which, by the way, lasted for about 10 minutes)....Lucy Lou Who!!

PS: You will notice that in every picture she is giving me the Lucy Look 'o' Suspicion (tm).

Lucy the Explorer

Lucy loves to explore. And, by "explore," I mean "destroy." She's quite the Curious George and spends quite a bit of time trying to figure out the answers to complex and universal issues, such as "How many binky's can I get in my mouth at once?", and "Which page of this book have I NOT barfed on yet?". It's a full-time job, as I'm sure you can imagine. Anyway, here's some pictures of Lucy exploring/destroying her environment.

Lucy loves this book, which is called "Este No Es Mi Tractor," which means "That's Not My Tractor." Brian reads it to her all the time and she knows all the places on the pages to touch...each page has a different theme with a different texture to touch. So far, she much prefers fire trucks and tractors to cute and fuzzy bunnies. All in keeping with her Baby Destructor persona.

Here, Lucy isn't actively exploring or destroying, but I like to think of it as her "thinking phase." This is the planning stage wherein she surveys the room, taking into account the fragility of any given item as well as the proximity of Mommy and/or Daddy, and then springs into action accordingly.

This is Lucy's face 'o' destruction. You can pretty much imagine the noise that goes with this...something like "AYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIARRRRRRRGH". And then an evil laugh. And then...crunch.

These next few show a concerted effort by Lucy to get not one, not two...but three binky's under her control all at the same time. It's kind of hard to see, but there is one attached to her shirt, a blue one, and then a clear one. I literally watched her spend a half hour trying to figure this out - like the Sunday New York Times Crossword for Babies. Let's see...one in my left hand, one in my mouth...but wait, I need one hand to balance with. OK, one in right hand, one in left hand, sitting down...but wait, how do I get the other one in my mouth with both hands full? DRAT!

The cutest little shoe-eater in America.

Brian has a tendency to leave his shoes around the house in various places. Good thing for him, Lucy is like a truffle-sniffing pig, only for filthy shoes. And, instead of sniffing them and then alerting us, she puts them right in her mouth and silently chews until we realize it's BEEN TOO QUIET for TOO LONG and go hunting for her, only to find her happily gnawing on a giant leather shoe that's been...well...let's not think about it.

Supersize Mother's Day Edition...

Wow - Mother's Day... . Last year, Brian gave me a book "signed" by Lucy, and a card, and none of it felt real because, well, I wasn't actually a mom yet. I mean...yes...I cared about Lucy already (so much that I gave up wine for 5 whole months...j/k...10 LOOOOOONG months), but she didn't seem real until she joined us in the Outside World. And so, now I'm her mom. And it's weird! Good and wonderful, but weird. She's such an interesting person, and she's just so...herself.

Being a mom makes me appreciate my own mom so much more. I love her, obviously, but man...I was a pretty good kid (I think!), and still...wow. So, I loaded up this post with Lucy pictures, which I know my mom loves. And, I think I should say "Thanks!" And, "You're a Saint". And, "I can't believe you did it without strangling me during, roughly, ages 13-20." Also, sorry about the grape kool-aid on the rug that I moved a lamp over to cover it up, and for stealing all your socks, and for...well...ages 13-20 (at least!).

Thanks for not killing me and for being the mostest besterest Mom ever! Now, on to the pictures.


This is Lucy's new move. I've tentatively named it the Lucy Purcell Underarm Binky Hold.


This is Lucy (you've all met her). That thing she's reaching for is a HUGE GROSS WORM. Thanks Daddy! He had to take it away because she tried to eat it. Sigh.

Your human barriers will never stop me from reaching the cable box...my precccciiioooouuusssss....

Oh hi!

I can haz cel fone?
This next series of three shows Lucy trucking along behind her little cart. Every once in a while, she just randomly stands up behind it and motors across the living room. After a few steps, she squats down as if to say, "Why can't a girl get a Diet Coke around here?"

Lucy doesn't need or want your help.

Again with the suspiciousness. I *almost* never snatch away her sippy cup and drink all the apple juice myself. Sheesh.


Lucy prefers the "shove and stuff" method of eating. The good news is ALL food is finger food.

There's a smile! I know you were all starting to think I had sucked the joy completely out of her life, what with my incessant food stealing and toy hiding. But, it turns out that life really is worth living, if only for the mini-waffles.


I just like this one. She seems to be asking with her eyes "Why did we just go through 3 months of mushed up peas when there were mini-waffles available THE WHOLE TIME??"

An assortment of Lucy being suspicious of us...

OK - in this one, Lucy is sleeping in her brand new big-girl carseat. I have no earthly idea how it is possible for anyone to sleep in this position - but somehow she manages. I think she might have rubberbands for neck vertebrae.

Upon arriving at our destination, I had to wake Lucy up - and that's where the suspicion comes in. As you can see, Lucy wishes I would just go away and let her nap in peace...because clearly it was so comfortable.

In this picture, not only is Lucy suspicious of both her parents for taking her out into the lovely Seattle spring weather, but she's extra suspicious of the weather itself, and possibly Brian since he's the one she's strapped to.

Even when we're inside, and even when she's not just waking up from a nap, Lucy is still suspicious of my motives. I might just be taking a picture of her playing, or, MORE LIKELY, I'm getting ready to take away her activity table forever and ever and put it somewhere she'll never, ever find. Because I do that all the time.

When we went to San Diego, Brian introduced Lucy to the ocean for the first time. You can't see her face, but trust me, she was VERY suspicious. It's a well known fact that fathers very often travel to San Diego to feed their babies to sharks...it happens ALL THE TIME.

Last but not least...a suspicion I can understand and even support. Lucy tasted Baby Borscht for the first time. Uncle Scott LOVES borscht, so we thought we'd give it a try, and Lucy was suspcious, yet pleasantly surprised. Pink pee, here we come!!