Lucy (about the glass coaster on the coffee table): “It’s made out of whack!”
Apparently in reference to my just calling something “wacky”.
Tag Archives: Lucy
Quote of the week
By which I mean, “Lucy’s favorite thing to say right now.” Here it is:
“Stop sneaking me up!”
By which she seems to mean, “You’re getting on my nerves!”
Goodbye, Goldilocks
I thought Lucy was still in bed yesterday morning. And I went to put away come clean paintbrushes, and was surprised to see her standing at the table in the learning room. I was even more surprised by what I noticed next:
Do you see it? The little pile there under the scissors. That’s right, Lucy reached that milestone every little girl reaches at some point in her life: her first self-imposed, clandestine haircut.
I almost cried.
But instead I laughed, and yelled, “Craig, come quick! Bring the camera!”
Babies and Sisters…
It’s amazing how kids learn. It’s so totally effortless. There are always the examples of four-year-olds casually using curse words in polite company, much to their parents’ embarrassment, or course. Yesterday, on the other hand, Lucy was walking around the house with her Fish do the Strangest Things book, standing on top of things, holding the book in front of her, and proclaiming, “A reading from Saint Paul. Babies and sisters…” I stopped in my tracks. She is clearly paying much closer attention while she wiggles away through Mass than we have been giving her credit for. (I asked about the “babies”, and she seemed to think that made more sense than “brothers”, which is understandable I guess since she has a severe lack of brothers at the moment.) Anyway, we are redoubling efforts to have such good influences and Saint Paul and his letters around, so that her osmosis can do its thing.
Kid quotes
Lucy: I can’t help pick up. It really gives me a headache.
That’s right, she skipped a few years, and is now sixteen. In case you hadn’t heard already.
Christmas Cards!
Here are the first photos from the Great Christmas Card Photo Round-up. Thanks, Veronica, Tom, and Clark! If you want to send a cool family picture with your home-made card by Lucy (or if you have not received your card and want to remind me to hurry up!) send me an email.
And here’s the card with their lovely description:
“I think it looks like Winnie the poo walking towards the right while holding a stick with a beehive on it, and bees following him.”
Christmas Cards
So I was thinking…we didn’t take any pictures of the Christmas cards that Lucy is making before we sent them out. But it would be really cool if she got to see who they went to, so…if/when you get yours (there are still a lot to go in the mail and if you think I forgot you or don’t have your address, just email me) if you could send a picture of you and your family with the card, I could post them on the blog (if you don’t mind, of course) and that would be really, really cool. Maybe we could put up a map too, and make this a regular geography thing. Anyway, I would enjoy seeing your beautiful faces with Lucy’s beautiful artwork. : )
The house is mine!
[evil laugh] Craig and the girls are out, so I am free to eat ice cream before dinner, sew, and write on my blog! Sweet freedom!
But ice cream aside, (or inside, as the case may be), I now have the problem of which of the hundred things I’ve thought about writing about in the last few weeks will actually make it on the page. Well, enough stalling.
Car, interrupted
The CD player in our Honda has been out of order for a while now. It will take a CD, but just make a disturbing flapping sound and sit there. Which is a problem, because, especially on eight-to-ten-hour drives, being able to put on some appropriate mood music for the girlies can come in very handy. So, yesterday, we took matters into our own hands.
There are instructions on the internet for disassembling your car. With photos. So Craig removed the top dashboard piece, the one with the air vents in it. And the case around the gearshift, and the “not an ashtray”, and the pop-lid storage thingy, and finally, (finally!) the control console.
Mother knows best
So Lucy likes to take down the spices (and extracts, and colored sugar) from the spice rack and smell them. This is usually a harmless passtime, which possibly develops her sensory awareness, so usually I let her be. There have been a couple of spills (sesame seeds come to mind), but, as I say, it’s all usually harmless.
So yesterday, I noticed Lucy pouring the orange sugar from the bottle into the bottle cap and eating it. I questioned her, and she denied eating it. I warned her that the things on the spice rack go in foods, but aren’t very tasty by themselves. (Not true of colored sugar, but it was a general statement.) I walked away.
