Bedtime

Baby's (still) got blue eyes

As my mom said this weekend, you could put Phoebe in a room with a hundred moms and I'd probably be the last one you'd think was her mother. My blonde haired, blue eyed baby...daddy won in this genetic lottery (well, her blue eyes are from my side of the family, though you'd never know it looking at me). But, of course, you would know she was mine...yep, she'd be the one clinging to my legs, crying her azure little eyes out for me to pick her up and then instantly stopping when I do.

She's mine alright...all mine :)

Little Lady Lucy

Maybe Phoebe will be the family doctor...

Welcome home, old friends

On my way home from an early morning haircut today, I passed by a yard sale and I, of course, had to stop. I admit it, I have a bit of a yard sale addiction. I looked at a few knickknacks here and there before spotting it...sitting there in a box on the ground. The Fisher Price house...THE Fisher Price house, the one from my childhood. The one I spent countless hours with, playing on the floor, creating little stories in my head. And all the little people...the "Fisher Price People," as I always called them. They were all there, even the dog and the baby (oh that baby, seeing her just sealed the deal).

"How much?"(As if I cared.)

I bought the set, the whole she-bang, brought it home and gave it to the girls who devoured it with play more quickly than I could grab the pieces from their hands to scrub them in a big bowl of hot soapy water.

I'm glad they love the house...and I love that house, too. I love it like it was the actual house that used to be mine (also sold off at a yard sale, though many years ago). Like the Strawberry Shortcake dolls that I actually did save and that Lucy plays with every day even though she puts Blueberry Muffin's hat on Lemon Meringue and breaks all sorts of other rules that I never would have imagined I'd let her break. What the heck, I love to see her happy and that's all that matters.

But even if they didn't like the house at all (and the mini-bus! It even had the mini-bus!), it wouldn't have mattered to me. After all, who I really bought it for is me...because it is really, really nice to welcome my old friends home.

"Hat"

Phoebe loves hats...in fact, "hat" is one of her only words right now. It is so funny...almost every morning when I go to get her in her crib, she starts to pat her head and say "haaa, haaa." (As opposed to me, who wakes up and says "coffeeeeeee"!) Perhaps she knows she is a fair little blondie and will always need hats to protect herself from the sun?

Lucy Elise, sittin' in a tree...

Oh what a night

Lucy and I had a date last night. We had dinner at Panera Bread, which she told me is a nice "factory." After dinner, I bought her some sandals at Payless, but I did not allow the ones with Dora or Disney Princesses on them. (I don't mind her having some of that stuff, but I draw the line at shoes.) She enjoyed browsing everything there and exclaimed "Look at all the lovely shoes!"

Moving on to Target, I tried on some bathing suits with her in the dressing room. I only liked one of them, but Lucy told me it looked "kind of like a pregnant." So, that was a no-go (what are daughters for if not for honesty in the dressing room?). Then, when we were in the kids' section, she spotted a tiny bikini top and shouted, "Look, Mommy, a kid bra!"...which got great laughs from the women shopping nearby.

Like any good date, she did not want it to end and kept asking if we could walk around "the city" some more (let's forget for a moment that my child, who was born in Boston and has traveled to London, Edinburgh, Rome, and New York City, thinks that a strip mall in Framingham is the city). And like any great date, it ended with a hug and then a kiss. I have to say, I think we both got lucky :)

Lucy Elise, MD

Lucy: Mommy, I have something to tell you.

Me: What is it?

Lucy: It's called influenza. It's when you are hot and not feeling well.

NOT afraid of chickens

Some may recall...as a toddler, Lucy was most definitely afraid of chickens. But oh no, not Phoebe Grace. Phoebe Grace loves her some chickens!

{maybe it's because she actually looks a bit like a fluffy chicken?}

Sun{ny}day

What could be better...

...than new red espadrilles? Nothing, that's what!

{ok, well maybe red espadrilles AND a red pedicure are even better}

Phoebe Grace, Superstar

They go waaaaay back

We had a great playdate at my house last Friday...so many of Lucy's little friends. It is amazing for me and my friends to sit back and realize that our little babies are now children who converse and play with each other. Where does the time go?

{lucy with gabriel & henry, april 2009...3 pretty princesses!}

{lucy with gabriel & henry, july 2006}

{lucy & gabriel, on the inside, december 2005}

{lucy & max, april 2009}

{lucy & max, march 2006}

{dylan & the top of lucy's head, april 2009}

{dylan & lucy, january 2007}

Hot or not?

{that is NOT me!}

What do we think of this swimsuit? Cute or dowdy? Chic or "trying too hard to be chic"? Fun or just silly?