May 21, 2010
Well, it finally (and I mean finally) happened. Lucy pooped on the potty today. Samantha only beat her to it by three days. Yes, Lucy is 3 1/2, but we decided early on that we would not force potty training, but let it happen in Lucy’s own time. At some point I made a foolish prayer for patience, and God has his own way of answering it.
It took a little longer that we were hoping. She has a strong will-she’s been physically ready as far as we can tell for a long time, but always claimed that she wasn’t big enough yet. But today she dissappeared into the bathroom, shut the door, and a few minutes later was shouting, “Mommy! I pooped!” Read more...
May 14, 2010
Well, five years ago today I was sharing a bath with my brand-new husband in romantic St. Francisville. (Sorry if that falls in the TMI category, there is a reason, I promise!) We had neither den nor nest for sleeping, nor little else except the Buick.
Tonight I was giving a bath to two beautiful little girls in our own house (sort of – I hesitate to call it “ours” until the mortgage is paid). What a difference five years makes! Read more...
May 9, 2010
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there. I hope you have a peaceful, love-filled day. Here’s a Lucy quote to brighten (or not) your day.
Lucy: “Tell me about the chickens.” (By which she means, the slightly gory story of how a chicken goes from the farm to our table.
So I do. And I ask, “Does that make you want to eat a chicken?”
Lucy: “Yes! I want to eat a chicken.”
Me (prepping her for the *eventual* move to a farm): “Would you like it if we raised chickens and killed them and ate them?” Read more...
May 4, 2010
Lucy has been waiting, oh, about two months for the kettle corn man to re-appear at the farmer’s market. I don’t know if we just missed the weeks he’s been around, but we haven’t seen him there in a while. But today, there he was, and the popcorn was purchased, and nibbled around the rest of the market and back in the car. And as we were driving down Magazine on the way to the grocery store to finish our shopping, in the midst of proclaiming the delight brought on by the popcorn and retelling the story of its finding, Lucy cried, in what must have been her best revival voice, “Thank you, Jesus!” Read more...
