Lucy = joy.
She really does. She brings so much joy to our whole family. The kids adore her still and they all talk to her in these high, squealy voices. Adorable. When we decided to put Lucy in a high-chair this week and give her water (water!), Miles, Jonas, and Emmy went ballistic. They were so excited for Lucy (water!). You would have thought we just told the kids that they get treats for all their meals for the next 10 years (they were that excited. no joke).
Jonas sung a song to her with his guitar tonite. In fact, he sung two songs to her. But the first one was about her going to the bathroom on the toilet; it wasn't terribly sweet. But the second one was pretty darn cute - Ben even had Lucy dancing to it. It was great.
The other night as I was waiting for Miles to get out of the tub, I was holding Lucy and looking and talking in the mirror. I told her, "Oh you're just my favorite!" Miles said, "No she's not, Mom." So I said, "Oh, I know. She's my favorite baby. You're my favorite 1st grader. Jonas is my favorite 5-year old. Emmy is my favorite 3-year old."
Aren't I lucky to live with such favorites? (Especially the babe. . .)