Just a month shy of 2 years old and here's where she's at:
She weighs 31 pounds and 1.5 ounces
She is 34 inches tall
She has started calling me "mommy" occasionally which sounds sooo strange every time since up until recently, she has only called me "mama" (and, of course, she has also taken to calling me "Dani" now and then - and she called for "Dave" just the other day).
Her baby obsession continues and she always likes to have one with her (she usually does not care which one).
She's funny - she constantly makes us laugh...last night, she went upstairs with me to pick out pj's - but like every time we go up to "pick out jammies," she starts emptying her pants drawer. It's kind of her thing. She pulled out a pair and stretched them over her head and declared, "Hat!"
She's tricky - she still requires us to rock her to sleep - but does she pull that crap with the babysitters? NO. In fact, Tammy says when Lucy is ready, she is ready! She will find her blanky and stand at the bottom of the stairs and say "nap," and does not take no for an answer if Tammy is busy with Dominic or Talia...then Tammy takes an awake Lucy upstairs and puts an awake Lucy in bed and Lucy does not stand back up and cry...she...goes to sleep!
She's sweet - last week, Dave walked into the room and she did three hops over to him yelling, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy" as she went and gave him a big hug.
Last night we were heading into our final swim lesson and I was carrying Lucy and telling Dave I was a bad mama because she was barefoot (because she always takes her shoes off in the car anyway so I'd just stuck them in the bag) and Lucy said, "No, good mama."
Yes, swim lessons are over. Our weekdays are going to slow down - I think we all got used to the slightly rushed feel of Tuesdays and Thursdays when we hurry home, make and eat dinner, pack a bag for swimming and dash out the door. But before we know it, track season will be in full swing and Lucy and I will be rushing off to watch "Coach Daddy."
Last weekend, neither Dave nor I could get the girl to take a nap. It was the day of Grandma and Aunt Amy's birthday dinner and we really wanted her to get a little nap in. We have a nap cutoff - no sleeping past 3:30 (even if she does not fall asleep until 3pm), or else we can't get her to bed at night - and that time was approaching.
Saturday was a beautiful day, and I remembered how walks used to put her straight to sleep when she was a baby and figured it was worth a try. She bundled up into her stroller with her blanky and Buddy and I put a blanket overtop to block the sun and wind. I made the mistake of walking along 27, thinking the traffic noises would be similar to Buddy's sound. We got to St. Joe's and she was still awake so as I strolled around the parking lot, I text Dave that it wasn't happening. But the next time I looked in (about two minutes later), she was sound asleep! I guess the traffic was a little too noisy. I had a nice walk and she had a nice nap!
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