I don't even know quite where to begin. It feels like forever since we last updated, and for my three loyal blog readers/stalkers this last week and a half must have been pure torture! I apologize and I'll try to make up for it with Lucy pictures.
For those of you who need tangible proof, here it is: my daughter has finally started to nap. Isn't it just the irony of life that as soon as I get Lucy to start napping, I'll have a mewling infant to that will either A: keep her awake by screaming or B: follow in the footsteps of her sister and not EVER nap until she's a toddler? I can't wait to find out.
Lucy and her Daddy love to "conga". At any given moment she will grab the back of his pant legs and follow him all through the house, laughing hysterically the whole way. It's quite strange, but she likes it, so who am I to judge?
Although they are only a half hour away, Lucy doesn't get to see Grandpa Walter and Grandma Boo nearly enough. They visited us this last Sunday and brought lunch. Aunt Sue also stopped by for a quick, which I'm sure was prompted by the mention of food. I'm not sure what I enjoyed more, the visit, the food, or the fact that my father took it upon himself to clean out my oven. I love my Dad... and my very clean oven.
So here's the deal, and as you all know by now Lucy isn't a big eater. The pediatrician said that as long as she's getting nutrients in some form all the while practicing an eating routine (i.e. eating meals at a certain time, eating meals in the high chair), she should be fine. We've devised a morning routine that works out well for everyone.
It goes a little something like this: 7:45 I get up (after listening to Charles hit snooze on the alarm for thirty-five minutes), open the blinds in the living room, dining room and kitchen, make Lucy's breakfast (half a banana nut muffin and 8 oz of Pedisure), make my much needed cup of coffee and bowl of cereal, head back to the bedroom, open up the blinds, push play on the DVD player, lay the muffin and sippy cup next to Lucy, and sit down at the computer to check the news. Lucy wakes up on her own (hopefully by this point Charles is out of bed) and eats breakfast in bed. We both get about a half hour to forty-five minutes to have breakfast and veg. It's pretty nice.
With such a nice laid back routine it was strange when Lucy got out of bed yesterday within minutes of starting breakfast. She grabbed her drink and headed down the hall to the living room. I didn't think much of it, because she can be pretty busy in the morning. You know, doing what toddlers do. After ten minutes of not hearing a peep come down the hall, I went to investigate and this is what I found.
Hysterical. I watched her drinking her milk, tapping her leg up and down for a few minutes. Doesn't she look so grown up? Legs crossed and all. So weird to see my baby behaving like such a little lady.
For those of you who haven't heard, Charles had open hand surgery on Friday. Everything went well and he is fast on the road to recovery. For the last few days and because of incredibly strong pain meds, Lucy and I have been employed as "chauffeurs". The pay is crappy, but the benefits are good (a trip to Starbucks and extra time spent with the hubby). Monday we took Charles to his first occupational therapy appointment. While he was exercising his hand, the goose decided to go rounds with the cinder block in the middle of the room. Needless to say, the cinder block won. She was healing quite nicely until I took a washcloth to face during her nightly bath and wiped away the scab. It looks worse now than it did in the picture. Here's proof that once again, I won't be winning any parenting awards this year.
And finally... let me introduce you to my new Baby, baby bag that is. For Christmas Charles special ordered a hand bang for me through the lovely ladies at my favorite store, Farmstead. She just came in today, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Seriously, I got teary-eyed when I saw her for the first time (I'm ridiculous, I know). I love purses and bags and shoes and all things accessory. This is no exception. Isn't she beautiful? Charles wanted to get me a nice diaper bag, but I wasn't liking ANYTHING out there. So he suggested I design my own through hand bag designer Glenda Gies. Actually, all I did was pick the style of bag and fabric, so as right now, she's one of a kind. Technically, she is not a diaper bag, just an oversized purse, like all of my other diaper bags. The inside is a beautiful brown and white polkadot satin, and the jeweled broach on the outside (it may be hard to see) was a gift from the store owner as a thanks for purchasing the bag. I really, really love her. Is it wrong to love a bag so much?