Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Lucky Lovely Lucy

Oh, Lucy. Poor darling second child. I'd feel awful for abandoning the blog if you didn't shoulder some of the blame. Because, my dear, you don't sleep. Not well at least. Just okay. You don't want to miss out on anything. (Not that I blame you, but honestly, at 2 a.m. not much is shaking in Milford.)

 But, that said, you are awesome at 18 months.

You have a succinct vocabulary:
"Uh-Oh" - uttered when you remove your shoes and socks every.time.we.drive.anywhere.
"Bubbuhs" - indicating you want some suds with your nightly soak
"Hi" - in your case, works for both coming and going
"Moor" - everything else (except "Mama" and "Dada")

You've also mastered a variety of animal noises and can identify nearly every creature in your multiple animal books. By pointing. And grunting.

You LOVE your dog.

You LOVE yogurt and cookie crisp.
(which is in our house as a result of a grocery store bribe - and the bribee has now lost interest. lucky you.)

You LOVE your sister.

You LOVE my boobs.

You don't love stickers on your feet or hair ties in your pockets.

Favorite activities are anything fine-motor, or Maizey-related.

You are funny and lovely and we are lucky to have you.

Just please, start sleeping.