Thursday, August 16, 2012

Happy Birthday Lucy

Dear Lucy,
Oh Lucy.  For 99% of the time you are a pure joy and delight to have around.  We (your family) adore you and treasure you and pretty much think the world of you.  We don't spoil you with gifts a plenty, but you are definitely spoiled with love and attention - and I think that's okay.  We just can't stop ourselves.

I alone just can't get enough of you - (well, unless you're pitching a fit.)  I just love to hold you, squeeze you, and kiss you.  I don't think you always love it, but you usually don't mind too much.

Growing up with three older siblings makes you think you're one of the gang.  Which, of course you are.  But that doesn't mean you get to walk like them and talk like them, so to say.  But have mercy when we try to tell you that.  You'll have none of it.  You are already a very determined (ahem, stubborn) little girl.  You can and do think for yourself.

Like your big sister Emmy you love all things sweet.  You used to be such a great little eater - you'd eat pretty much whatever we'd have for dinner.  Now?  Not so much.  You won't even eat PB sandwiches for lunch.  Oh what's a mom to do?!   You love chocolate and it was definitely one of your first words.  You're also like your big sister in other ways:  you love to dress up, you love to do ballet, you love to be a princess, you love to pretend-make food - pretty much whatever Emmy is doing, you want to do too.  Emmy is usually wondeful to you and plays so great with you.  You two are lucky to have each other.

Like your big brother Jonas you like to be silly.  You like to make us laugh.  You can be wild and crazy and just a goof.  It's great.  You can play well with the boys, too.  You can roar like a dinosaur; drive cars like a race-car driver, and literally get your hands and feet dirty in the mud.  Jonas still loves to dote on you - but you have learned (from who?!) the crafty skills of hair-pulling and face-pinching.  It makes for a very unhappy Jonas.

Like your big, big brother Miles you love to talk.  In fact, I've never heard a 2-year old articulate like you.  It's amazing and impressive.  You not only parrot whatever is said around you, you demonstrate knowledge and remembrance.  You get a lot of comments on how well you speak.  You'll string together 6-7 word complete sentences.  The other day I questioned something, "Why Lucy?"  You replied, "Because."  Sometimes all you need is a one-word sentence.  My favorite word of yours of late is "well."  You use is perfectly and adorably.  "Well. . ." and then you speak whatever it is that is on your mind.  It is quite helpful to know pretty much exactly what you want.  But, sadly for you, it doesn't always mean you get exactly what you want (like when you said, "No, I want a sucker" at breakfast time).

I haven't even scratched the surface with all your cuteness and with all that makes you YOU.  But sometimes things are harder to put in to words.  You have to live it to experience it to the fullest.  And lucky for me I get to live with you.  And experience Lucy to the fullest.  Oh what a joy that is.

I love you.  I adore you.  I treasure you.


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