Backyard, evening

A study in contrasts

I always joke that if someone saw the two of them in public, my dad might get arrested for kidnapping this little girl.

"She's my granddaughter!" he would protest.

But to no use...who would believe it?

But oh man, Phoebe would tell them. "He's my Nonno! He's so funny! I love him!"

And boy does she ever.

What, no pictures?

Nope, just some stuff I want to remember:

LUCY:

-Turned 4.5 yesterday

-Is obsessed with Toy Story and the "Woody Boots" we got at Walmart. She walks like a cowboy in them (I think, heels first) and she wants to be Jessie (the cowgirl from the movie) for Halloween

-Thought for a few brief scary moments that she had entered womanhood when really it was Mommy who forgot to flush something...'nuff said

-Swims on her own with no flotation device and is even working on swimming under water

-Is obsessed with art...loves loves loves drawing

-Is starting to read and write...often writes me love notes at school that say "MOM" inside a big heart

PHOEBE:

-Is potty trained...and is doing much better pooping on the potty

-Will now go into the pool if we hold her and she loves it and doesn't cry, unlike a week ago. She actually jumps in now!

-Called Home Goods (the store) "Home Great" today

-Spilled her potty on her bed (why it was up there, I have no idea) and cried to me in such a sad little voice, "I got my trampoline wet." Trampoline = mattress? I guess so.

My little swimmer!

No flotation device! Just pure Lucy...

Where have we been?

At the beach, that's where! More soon, I promise. Ok, I kinda promise. I promise to do my best!