Lucy at 50!
Lucy turned fifty weeks old yesterday. I can’t believe that we are so close to her being one. On our walk back home yesterday, I saw my reflection and thought about my profile this time last year. I love being able to walk, which I could not do with baby on board.
Lucy was very excited about the peony buds. I placed them in a vase on our table. She kept smiling and pointing at them during dinner. Only one bud looks like a flower. I wonder how she will react when they are all in full bloom. I tried to have her smell the bloom this morning. We will try again later.
After several years, a plant I’m known for neglecting has died. I believe it thrived from the neglect. That is until I stopped opening the curtains in our bedroom. That is probably the only safe place from Lucy at this point.Now that spring is here, I have decided to replace the plant with a tomato plant. Apparently this variety works well in containers. I asked the person if she thought it would grow inside. She said the worse thing that could happen was it wouldn’t grow. So I gave her my three dollars. Here is hoping that my tomato plant will be bountiful. I asked if I should try an herb instead. She pointed out that nothing is more rewarding than a tomato plant. Let’s hope so.
Actually let’s hope the plant survives Lucy! She wanted to pick it on the way home.
So Lucy is almost one! I am wondering how long it will take me to get her to hold her finger up to tell people how old she is. I can manage to get her to do a high-five with coaxing.
At this point, I am trying to cram for her upcoming test at the doctor’s office. She is supposed to know different parts of her face. I probably should have started working on that earlier.
In the past, the doctor has asked if she can do x. I tell her I’m not sure. The doctor leaves for us to gather her things. Then Lucy promptly demonstrates the milestone. Oh well… I guess it’s better that she can do it than having it written in her chart.
In this picture you can see her bottom two teeth. I keep wondering when I can give her bigger chunks of food. I guess when she gets more teeth. I believe that we are getting super close to a break through on the top right tooth. Will she have three teeth by her first birthday? Maybe. But I’m not optimistic about four.