Lucy Gems

I started this little blog when Naomi was almost 3, and for a long time it revolved around her: ridiculous and funny things that she said and did, what life was like with such a funny, rambunctious toddler underfoot and so on. But now she is 6 and there is a new resident ridiculous, funny, rambunctious almost 3-year-old, who has an extra side of serious sass to boot, and who deserves her own little web log of her absurd ways. So here it goes.

The thing about Lucy is her hair:

It frames everything that she says and does because you're like, "wait, is that a 2-year-old talking to me or a middle-aged woman who just walked out of a salon after getting her hair blown out?". Is it Lucy or a young Candice Bergen?, you may wonder.

It's hard to tell the difference.

I assure you that I literally never do anything to it, I don't even brush it save for after her bi-weekly hose down in the tub (she is terrified of the bath since the incident.)

I think this haiku sums up Lucy's  life pretty aptly:

Taking toys away

"I need more apple juice NOW"

Lives in pretend world  

I have been awful at recording stuff that Lucy and Bernadette say to continue Too Much Talking (I'll work on it), but here are a few gems that have poured fourth from Lucy in the last few months that I could not NOT remember.

Walking into her room to a smell that indicated recent defecation:

Ana: Lucy, did you poop?

Lucy: Yes. Then I jumped up, get down, stand up, turn around. Then I smacked my head. It was bad. Really, really bad.

In response to something very coherent that Naomi said:

"Me-no-me just doesn't make any sense"

"Mama!! My skin is falling off!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"When I was a little baby, I had a baby in my tummy!"

Walking up to me excitedly:

Lucy: Hey, mom! You're shitty!

Ana: What?

Lucy: You're shitty, mom!

Ana: What does that mean?

Lucy: It means that you're shitty!

Ana:.........