Lucy at Eight Months

We made it to Florida late last night. Granted not as a family. Henry was bumped and arrived in style in his rented burnt orange Dodge Caliber around 11:30 pm. We had quite an adventure and were exhausted by the end. Lucy greeted everyone who got off our flight after us as we waited for her stroller and car seat, including NY Times columnist Tom Friedman, whose wife, along with all the others, commented on our cutie’s good looks and behavior. Apparently our stroller bag looks more like golf clubs, so Lucy rode in a wheel chair to baggage claim.

We have had a great time with los abuelos. Sleep is still rough, especially when sharing a bedroom. But I think she is seriously teething this time. Last time I claimed that, nothing happened. But I’m guessing the teeth will come out sometime. And she is crying out a lot and way fussier than normal. Maybe I should check my Wonder Weeks again. But I thought I signed up for an email reminder to warn me.

Christmas continues. Her abuelos have already let her open a present or two. I made Martina rewrap one, since it is from Tony. But based on the preview, I’m hoping it will become a favorite self-soothing sleep item.

While Lucy sleeps, we are hearing war stories about how Henry fell down a flight of stairs in a walker when he was a tot and lost four teeth. Those things are a death trap. Good thing Henry survived. Although I’m beginning to wonder if the fall had lasting effects.