Lucy has shows.

I know I shouldn't let Lucy chew on the remote control...but...it's just so cute. I probably won't think that when she chews up my phone, or an electric cord, or sticks the remote in the blender or something. Oh well, there's always tomorrow to establish better habits, right?

Lucy is having a very busy day.

We are celebrating Thanksgiving later today with Brian's family - so Lucy gets to stay in her pajamas all day until it's time to put on her special Thanksgiving dress and go over to Uncle Scott's. In the meantime, she's doing all manner of baby activities, including pulling Daddy's lips off, yanking on her ear (a new thing she's just starting to get the hang of), napping, and giving us big toothless smiles. Pretty much a day in the life of Lucy.

Lucy has skillz.

If Lucy approaches everything she does in life with even HALF the concentration that she summons while trying to shove her entire fist in her mouth, she might rule the world one day. Just sayin'.

Not for those with a weak stomach...

This is what happens when you play the "Airplane Game" about 10 minutes after Lucy eats. The good news is that, even though I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants, I had the presence of mind to break out the camera and take a picture. Lucy got great coverage - Brian, the couch, the floor, and even some clean clothes that we had folded on top of the bookcase...good job kiddo!!

Lucy is feeling sluggish

OK, bad pun. It's been pouring down rain for...oh...about 40 days and 40 nights, and the slugs have started to invade the house. It's so gross. The other night we found three right by the door that goes into the backyard, and have found several other ones making solo self-rescue missions on other days. I almost stepped on one the other night in my bare feet - puke.


Since I don't want to leave you with gross pictures of our slimy sluggy invaders - I thought I would instead leave you with a series of pictures of Lucy chewing on her arm and hands. The pacifier has become a distant second to her own hand, or my hand, or my phone, or...really...anything she can fit into her mouth that is dirty and/or easily destroyed by spit.

Lucy might like this. Or not.

In our never-ending attempt to entertain Lucy, Brian and I are constantly coming up with new stunts. Recently, I discovered that if I blow in Lucy's face, she thinks it's kind of funny. But, as these pictures show...sometimes she doesn't think it's funny. Basically, she has all of these feelings all at the same time. I wonder if she does this just to mess with us.

Lucy has the longest eyelashes in America.

If there was an Olympic sport of Eyelash Growing, Lucy would win the gold medal. People often stop us and comment on how crazy long her eyelashes are...and I thought this picture showed them off nicely. What a cute baby!