Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Pacing Ourselves

There have beens several times in my life when the pace of everything shifted and it always takes some getting used to. Usually things get noticeably busier and you realize how frantic life feels. But not this time. This time our pace has gotten noticeably slower. Slow and quiet and simple. Some days it makes me feel a little crazy - deciding between a walk or a play gym seems a little too simple - but it is nice too. Lucy and I have time to walk slowly and chat over lunch. And Lucy seems to be finding a little zen in her personality too. She is infamous for not even liking t.v. because it forces her to stop moving, but lately I find her curling up with the ipad for mini chill sessions.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Meg's Baby Shower

Per tradition (okay, we have done it once before) the sisters showed up for surprise baby shower festivities. My sister Megan is having a baby boy so I flew out to Utah with Katie and Lucy to surprise her. We ended up sending Lucy to door to knock and it was a surprise hit. The weekend was a lot of fun celebrating the cuteness that will be Meg's little boy.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Christmas Tree Trickery

I looked so innocent all wrapped up. And nine feet didn't really sound that tall. But it is. And moving a Christmas tree from room to room to find a place it will fit is a messy endeavor. And our limited years of ornament collecting didn't make much of a dent in the tree. But we love it. Its smells amazing and frequently I will find Lucy standing and staring at it all wide-eyed. What could be better.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Grilled Cheese Grill

Grilled cheese sandwiches. On a bus. With a bunch of kids. And impromptu dancing/jumping. Lucy was in heaven over this lunch outing!

The unmentionable subject

I have promised myself for a long time that evidences of potty training would not be included in this blog. No pictures of cute babies sitting on toilets, no bare bums, no "opps" faces. But here I am, unable to post new entries until my thanksgiving pictures are dealt with, and the cutest picture I have of Lucy is of her sitting on a plastic bag. So there you have it. Thanksgiving and potty training. All in one post. And please note that when a loving yet idealistic grandma comes in to town and says that it will be "fun" to potty train and all it takes are cute panties, don't listen.