Lucy's dad here. It's been nearly a year since the last post on this blog. And it was spotty for the year prior to that. I'm dropping in to tell you that I've decided to shut this place down. I'm going to capture this site via Adobe Acrobat and share it with Lucy someday down the road.
The truth of the matter is that I found it increasingly hard to impose an online persona onto her as her real personality started to emerge. However funny the idea of a baby that reads Cormac McCarthy, guns down Bin Laden, berates Santa Claus, and provides pop culture commentary may (or may not) be to you, that's just not Lucy.
She likes the color purple. She's really good at coloring. She's a little reckless, but never seems to get hurt. She likes to tell "spooky stories" before bedtime that aren't really that spooky at all. She loves to play outside with her friends. She climbs on just about everything. She can do this:
She likes it when we chase her. She still comes into our bedroom around 6 am every morning and falls asleep on her purple unicorn pillow pet. She likes to play catch with her Backyardigans ball. She's right-handed, but bats left-handed. She was Tinkerbell for Halloween. She likes to wear fancy clothes.
She still occasionally throws tantrums. She's never used a pacifier, but she still has a blankey that was once pink but is now gray. She gets attached to stuffed animals and makes them have conversations with each other. Sometimes she sings herself to sleep. She likes going on bike rides and getting her face painted.
She likes to be tickled. She doesn't have an inside voice. Sometimes she still asks her mommy to rock her to sleep. She knows that Notre Dame football is important to her daddy, so she asks him about it every once in a while. She loves the ocean.
She can do perfect somersaults, and her cartwheels are coming along. She can count to 20, but sometimes skips from 14 to 18. She still believes that her daddy goes into space on Mondays and Wednesdays to feed the Martians, even though she knows he works in an office building. She loves to do crafts and make presents for people. When she wakes up, the first person she asks for is still mommy.
She's gone from this:
To this:
I can't do her justice anymore, and I probably never did in the first place. The best I can hope for is that she'll get a few chuckles out of this dusty old website someday and not be too embarrassed that her dad did this.
So that's it. So long. Farewell. 'Til we meet again. Thanks for reading. It's been fun.
