Lucy's First Christmas

Christmas Eve in Ogden. Lucy takes a moment, between feeding her uncle Pete chocolate pie and being toted around to everything she points at and says 'that' to, to contemplate the meaning of Christmas.

On Christmas morning we learn quickly that one bite for Pete and one bite for Lucy in rapid succession equals a sick baby. She threw up for a good portion of the morning but was still a good sport about all the activity (and sitting on a towel).

By afternoon in Logan she starts feeling well enough to put up with being squished in to boxes of different sizes.

Found

On my way home from shopping with "the girls" this is what I found on the side of the road. Don't they look cozy and cute? Lucy loves hanging out with her grandpa and it made me laugh aloud to find my baby bundled up in the cold on the side of the road.

Meeting Santa

In the airport they had a Santa station we could not resist. It was funny because they were instructing me on jumping out of the picture before she started to cry. Little did they know that this girl is only intrigued, and very rarely scared, by new events.

Hello?

Lucy is getting pretty good at the phone thing. She even likes to hold to phone to her ear (or back of her head - again, we are working on the spacial awareness thing) while she skypes.

My Well

I have been blessed to have many places and people that meet very specific needs that I have, but very rarely do I find a place and person that consistently reaches into those needs and refills me for the week ahead. I count on our Sunday dinners.

Lucy takes advantage of the activity all around to sneak a cookie or two.

Where is Your Nose?

Lucy can find other peoples' noses but she has a very difficult time finding her own. But oh it is fun to watch her try.

Christmas Festivities or Why Babies Need Their Dads

With our first batch of Christmas goodies behind us, I believe the holiday season is officially underway in our household. According to Lucy, it was a success.

On that note, this is what I heard coming from the sink area while putting some plates in the freezer, "Lucy, your chocolate lipstick looks so good." It reminded me of an article I read before Lucy was born about babies and their dads. Sure Mike and Lucy sometimes get a little rowdy and loud and dirty and break some hard-won patterns, but that is exactly what Lucy needs. I am always running around with a paper towel to keep her clean and carrying her in full upright position but I do believe this girl needs to get a little chocolate on her clothes while hanging upside down and clinging to her dad. Not to say that said dad is not also the one giving her a bath afterward, he is great about the practical as well.

Sometimes Being a Mom is Fun

Sometimes Lucy will giggle for hours while playing the same game over and over again with Mike

Sometimes Lucy looks so big next to little babies and I remember how exciting it has been watching her grow

Sometimes Lucy finds a friend and their "parallel play" merges into cute interactions that are fun to watch

Sometimes Lucy lets everyone know she is indeed a "wild one" and they love it.

Sometimes Lucy sees things for the very first time that us adults have seen many times and forgot the wonder.

Sometimes having Lucy means we get to hang out with awesome babies and their parents.

Sometimes I can stand to look at myself in a photo because I have such a cute "prop" (yes, I have been accused of using Lucy as a prop in pictures).

Sometimes I realize that having an amazing husband and darling babe makes me one lucky girl.

Sometimes Being a Mom is Hard

Sometimes everything moves so fast I don't have time to sit down once in a day

Sometimes I smell poo all day even though I've changed her diaper 20 times

Sometimes it takes as long to fall asleep for a nap as the nap itself actually lasts

Sometimes I go a whole day without starting an actual task because I don't want to be interrupted

Sometimes I avoid leaving the house simply because I dread buckling the carseat

Sometimes I pick up the house five times in one day

Sometimes Lucy puts her hands on my face and looks me in the eyes and I think, "How could I ever live without this little girl."

I am so thankful

for all the wonderful family that helped us celebrate the first Thanksgiving in our new house. It was a lovely day.

Many Hands

make for light work

Made in Malaysia

Made for Malaysia

With Thanksgiving approaching, I am looking so forward to all the family we will be able to spend the holiday with. But with that wealth of dear family, we will acutely feel the absence of my dad who will be in Malaysia for the holiday. With that in mind, I tried to capture some key moments of life with Lucy. All the little things he may be missing. So, that said, unless you are in Malysia and haven't seen your granddaughter in far too long, I would recommended jumping to the "Mocking Herself" video (#4) in which Lucy discovers her tongue.

Entertaining Herself

Feeding Herself (Also confused with the script for Sharing With Others)

Talking to Herself

Mocking Herself

10 months

Our ten month old. She is so curious and energetic. Both tiring and delightful. She is talking all the time and her sentences have the sound structure of adult talk. It is probably the cutest sound in the entire word. I love just listening to her language. Love it. It goes in to the top ten moments of being a mom. As for real words, her biggest hit is saying "hi". She loves to makes kissing noises and has also just started using signs ("more" being to most useful to her at the moment). Watching her explore language has been a fascinating experience for me and really is the marker of her 9th month of life.

Restored

My dad has been asking for pictures of our house and I thought that restoring our internet connection was the missing link but it turns out restored sanity would be even more helpful. Moving is busy and stressful but I think we are finally starting to see the pieces come together. No pictures hang on the walls but I think that has more to do with the mental sanity required to make those kind of decisions than the moving in craziness. Hanging a few pictures on the blog, however, requires far less commitment, so it is there that I will begin. Let me fist say that keeping track of a baby, let alone a camera during the move was stressful enough, so I have no pictures of our busy weekend and no evidence that Mike's parents are the most wonderful people for bringing a U-haul from Utah with some of our stuff being stored there and helping us move. Wonderful I tell you! But here are a few shots from today.

Lucy was pleased I finally let her invite her friend Jack over to see the house.

The kitchen. My mom said she never looks at pictures that don't have people in them. So, mom, Lucy is used as a ploy just to get you to keep reading.

From the kitchen to the family room. I just love Lucy's "this move dulled my senses" face.

From the stair to the living room.

Lucy likes to spy on the neighbors (who just happen to be of the same religion we are) but she isn't very good at ducking when she gets caught staring.

Lucy's room. Nothing fancy yet. Just a fancy baby whose outfit was lovingly picked out by her three year old friend. I say, good tastes girl!