Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Lucy can do it All By Herself (tm)

Lucy's new favorite phrase is "I DO IT MYSELF!" This applies to, literally, anything. Like, she would definitely drive the car and light every candle in the house if we would let her.  On the day of these pictures, Lucy insisted that she could walk on the rocks ALL BY HERSELF, but thankfully Daddy was there to save her when the waves got big.  I would like to think there is a really precious parenting metaphor there, but really, given a choice, I'm sure Lucy would roll her eyes, and be like "Daddy!  I said.  I could do it.  BY MYSELF.  GEEZ!  Why do you always treat me. Like a baby?  UH!"  And then she would run into her room and slam the door and throw herself on her bed to listen to Midnight Oil and write in her diary and we would suddenly realize she's actually a 15-year old girl and this is the payback my mother always talked about.






Monday, April 9, 2012

Lucy will find all your eggs

But....only if they're filled with jelly beans and she feels like it.  Because, let's face it, when you're 2, you pretty much don't have to do anything unless you feel like it or someone is bribing you with candy.  Oh wait...is that just our house?


 




Saturday, April 7, 2012

Lucy will tell you her Top 10.

Lucy's favorite things, in order:

10.  Mommy
9.  Daddy
8.  Mickey Mouse
7.  Macaroni Necklace
6.  Stuffed animals
5.  Fruit snacks
4.  Cantaloupe
3.  Sticks
2.  Rocks
and....
1.  THROWING STICKS AND ROCKS AT OTHER THINGS!! LIKE WATER!  (may substitute Mommy, Daddy, Mommy's car, windows, and/or the house if water is not available).










Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lucy has been busy, but she's back now.

I know, I know...it's been awhile. What can I say? Lots of stuff going on...including walking pneumonia for one of us (Lucy), three weeks of single parenting (me), and a three week business trip for Brian. To South America. Poor guy. At any rate, in honor of Easter, I thought I'd share these pictures of Lucy dying her fingers Easter eggs, and sampling the fruits of her efforts.

Needless to say, she was *very* impressed that there is a sanctioned activity where one takes a delicate object and then dips it into a vat of dye, over and over and over and over again.  Until your fingers the object is just the right color of purple green orange blue gray.  This is so fun that soon maybe she'll stop asking if it's Christmas today?  

For those of you keeping track, Lucy is turning into a really curious, funny, and some might say slightly...ahem..manipulative (editors note: charming) child.  Much like a certain game show beloved by her Grandma and Grandpa Dietz, she answers everything now in the form of a question. We're taking a bath?  I'm having dinner?  My fingers are purple?  

Now I just have to figure out how to explain to her why a giant rabbit dressed in a pastel vest hatches eggs made of chocolate and then hides them in blue plastic grass.