A long time ago someone told me that 12-18 months was called The Age of Maximum Cuteness in their house. At the time, having just one kid, I didn't really get that. But now, having a 3 year old (who lately we've been referring to as the threenager, just sayin'), I definitely, 100000000% agree that we are at The Age of Maximum Cuteness with Louie. Not that Em isn't cute. BUT.
The baby chatter.
No back talk.
The baby kisses.
No backtalking. Did I mention no back talking? OR asking why? WHY WHY??? WHYYYY MOMMMM?
One of my favorite things about Lucy right now is the way she air-kisses me. She has the perfect lip-pucker and smacking-kiss-sound ever.
When I walk into the room (or sissy, or dad, anyone else) she shrieks, "HIIIIIIIIIIII _________" So, it's either HIIIIIII DISSY! or HIIIIII DA DA or HEEEYYYYYY MA. It's clear as day and makes you feel like a million bucks.
Her words are exploding recently. She has a love for All Things BABYDOLL and carries them around by the neck like it's her JOB. When I pick her up at the Y? She has a babydoll in her hand. When I come into her bedroom, she's hugging a baby doll around the neck in her crib. She walks around cuddling it and saying "Beh-beh!" repeatedly. If we say, "Go get your baby, Lu" she will go all around the house looking for her until she finds that naked creepy baby. It's ridiculously cute.
She throws food on the floor now. It sucks. Like, every single meal ends with tons and tons of food being dropped on the ground. It's SUPER FUN. I feel like we just got over that phase with Em. Nowwwww, welcome to the dark side again, suckers. (said Lucy)
Girlfriend will try anything. She's adventurous. So much so that sometimes it scares me, but whatever.
She hands you something, anything, and says, "DANK YOU!"
I always, always know when she needs something. I feel like she communicates that in some way, somehow, all the time. If she's hungry and wants a snack, she walks to the cabinets and points to tell me. If she's thirsty, she figures out a way to tell me. I like not-guessing and I don't feel like I have to guess anymore with her.
Thank the Lord, Lucy loves sleep. She didn't always. In fact, I always said, LUCY HATES SLEEP. But she doesn't anymore. She really likes it now. All is good in sleep world.
Oh this little girl brings my lots of joy.
Guys (ahem, girls), if you can't tell. I mean. I love my little family. A lot. I don't care if it's cliche or whatever, but we are happy. We are. We work through our own crap like everyone else and life challenges but I love these people so much. In the end I'm just thankful that God gave me all these people to love, even if I do want to rip my hair out sometimes. No it's not perfect. But what is?
|Get 'em Lucy.|