Let me start off by saying I am sometimes over dramatic and I have been known to exaggerate some things when I get excited, or irritated, or just plain worked up about a situation. Like last week someone got shot at one of our favorite ice cream shops. I called Turbo and went off about this shooting and how crazy it was, just to mess up most of the facts and find out it was at a location I never knew existed. Details, Schmetails. I was concerned about the ice cream. Anyhoo...here's my post. Only feel free at anytime to substitute the title Infestation with Annoyance, 'cause I'm pretty sure it means the same thing.
Last summer we had a terrible problem with fruit flies. If you have never had this problem, you have no idea how awful it is.
For a handful of days I noticed the little buggers here and there throughout the house. I had no idea where they were coming from, and since there was not that many around, I figured it was some sort of fluke.
And then I found them. Down in the laundry room, a huge swarm (really, I'm not even exaggerating yet) coming from the laundry room garbage where Rex had placed a banana peel who knows how long ago, in the trash can that we empty only when it fills with dryer lint. Nice.
I set 'traps' since that's what you do to catch these things, and got rid of every trace within a few days.
That was last year.
This year it has started again. Someone picked a handful of blackberries from the garden that attracted the beasts. With the fruit sitting idle on the counter, they feasted on berries until I discovered them and destroyed them.
Then someone threw a banana peel on the bottom of the trash can. (Yes, the bottom, under the bag liner so it was there for a bit before I found it.) Oh, they love bananas. The horny little monsters had a field day on that until I sucked them all up in the vacuum, 'cause that's another way to kill them.
But before I could destroy them, they discovered this gold mine of junk under Lucy's highchair cushion. (And that wasn't even that bad because I know it gets nasty so I clean it all the time, but those darn things don't waste any time finding a new place to feast.) I scrubbed that and thought I was done.
Until I found them chillin' on my morning coffee, sitting neglected in the basement for a couple of hours while I ran some errands. Fiends!
So I am back to the traps. The vacuum is ready to strike at a moments notice. I am on the hunt. I have no idea when this will end, but it certainly will be my victory.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Chompers
Lucy's teeth are finally in.
She has waited, and waited, and waited some more. All the books and websites and doctors said at least one would be here by now. But they don't know Lucy.
They don't know that the single characteristic that defines her as my daughter (versus the bazillion that let you know she belongs to Turbo) is that she is stubborn and wants what she wants and does what she wants, especially when others tell her she should do differently.
It is a blessing and a curse to live like this. Stubborn and headstrong and smart and dedicated and driven by goals and whims and ideas that other people just do not understand.
But she will figure that out for herself. By doing stuff like this. By forcing us all to wait and wait and wait (and worry too about a life of kiddie dentures) until she and the rest of her body was ready for teeth. Now that she is ready, she will torture herself (and us) by growing them 2 at a time to prove not only can she do it, but she can do it her own way.
To hell with the way others grow teeth, she will do it 2 at a time and 4 months late. For she is Lucy E, and truly her mother's daughter.
She has waited, and waited, and waited some more. All the books and websites and doctors said at least one would be here by now. But they don't know Lucy.
They don't know that the single characteristic that defines her as my daughter (versus the bazillion that let you know she belongs to Turbo) is that she is stubborn and wants what she wants and does what she wants, especially when others tell her she should do differently.
It is a blessing and a curse to live like this. Stubborn and headstrong and smart and dedicated and driven by goals and whims and ideas that other people just do not understand.
But she will figure that out for herself. By doing stuff like this. By forcing us all to wait and wait and wait (and worry too about a life of kiddie dentures) until she and the rest of her body was ready for teeth. Now that she is ready, she will torture herself (and us) by growing them 2 at a time to prove not only can she do it, but she can do it her own way.
To hell with the way others grow teeth, she will do it 2 at a time and 4 months late. For she is Lucy E, and truly her mother's daughter.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Das ist GERMANFEST
Mein familie von das boot zu das beir ... or something like that.
An annual tradition, the 25 cent foot massager.
This year they had an unbelievable air showfree the purchase of a lot of beer!
One happy LuLu.
Brats and Wieners and Schnitzel, oh my.
Nate holding Lucy, 'cause my hands were full.
Rex being Rex...
...while Turbo & I discuss our wonderful insurance coverage.
Recent grads, enjoying life after college. 
Harry, takin' 'er easy.
Lucy trying to do shots with Christy.
Ice Cream...Yum...
Ice Cream..Messy...
One Way Sky Glide. (thanks again Megan!)
Look mom, no hands!
Still happy LuLu.
Father-Daughter bonding the way it should be,with a beer and a boot and a shot glass and a stein.
Probably don't need to say we were all ready to
go home right after this pic was taken.
(...more photos are sure to roll in soon,
including Rex's outfit and Santa on holiday...)
Probably don't need to say we were all ready to
go home right after this pic was taken.
(...more photos are sure to roll in soon,
including Rex's outfit and Santa on holiday...)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Christmas in July
I go to the library every few weeks and get a handful of kids books, a stack of sewing and knitting books, maybe a business book or two (ya know, to try to figure out what in the world I am doing to myself).
I pour over my library books and take notes on the patterns. I try some patterns, love some, hate some, then I decide if the book is 'purchasable' by my standards.
When I find a book worthy of buying, I add it to a list I've compiled of all of the titles I need to take to Borders/Amazon. It's a pretty long list. A terrifying list. An embarrassing list.
I look at this list of titles and think 'oh what I would give to have enough money in my pocket to buy them all'. To go to Borders and lay my stack on the counter and say 'here, I want these... yes, all of them... no, I am not nuts, nor lonely, nor strange... ok, fine, a little strange'.
But at $20-$30 each, I'm not anywhere near this dream. I could chip away at them, which I do, but again, the list is long and as soon as I buy one I replace it with another library find and I am no better off. It's a perpetual dilemma. The better I get at sewing/knitting, the more books I find 'worthy', the longer my list. Yada, yada, yada.
So here is my thing. I don't see any change in this problematic behavior of mine. And there will come a time (say in December) when my parents or my grandparents or my aunts & uncles & cousins & in-laws will come to me and say 'is there anything you want?' and I will say no, because I always do, because I don't need anything and I can never think of anything, because I hate saying 'why yes, I want a vacation near a beach where I can read a book and get a golden tan and hire a hottie to refill my cocktails while I wear a bikini and show off my tight buns and I brag about getting my boobs back, is that going over our spending limit?'. And when this happens, when I say no, I want someone to call me a liar. I want someone to tell me they remember some rant and rave way back in July where I complained about my 'book list'.
Because I will forget. Not that I will forget that I want them, but I won't think to ask for them because I will be busy shopping or baking cookies or corralling the kids or policing Turbo while he enjoys his 'holiday spirits'. Because I have a lot going on and I forget things like this all of the time and I can hardly remember what my kids names are or where I live, much less what in the world I want for Christmas.
In 6 months.
I pour over my library books and take notes on the patterns. I try some patterns, love some, hate some, then I decide if the book is 'purchasable' by my standards.
When I find a book worthy of buying, I add it to a list I've compiled of all of the titles I need to take to Borders/Amazon. It's a pretty long list. A terrifying list. An embarrassing list.
I look at this list of titles and think 'oh what I would give to have enough money in my pocket to buy them all'. To go to Borders and lay my stack on the counter and say 'here, I want these... yes, all of them... no, I am not nuts, nor lonely, nor strange... ok, fine, a little strange'.
But at $20-$30 each, I'm not anywhere near this dream. I could chip away at them, which I do, but again, the list is long and as soon as I buy one I replace it with another library find and I am no better off. It's a perpetual dilemma. The better I get at sewing/knitting, the more books I find 'worthy', the longer my list. Yada, yada, yada.
So here is my thing. I don't see any change in this problematic behavior of mine. And there will come a time (say in December) when my parents or my grandparents or my aunts & uncles & cousins & in-laws will come to me and say 'is there anything you want?' and I will say no, because I always do, because I don't need anything and I can never think of anything, because I hate saying 'why yes, I want a vacation near a beach where I can read a book and get a golden tan and hire a hottie to refill my cocktails while I wear a bikini and show off my tight buns and I brag about getting my boobs back, is that going over our spending limit?'. And when this happens, when I say no, I want someone to call me a liar. I want someone to tell me they remember some rant and rave way back in July where I complained about my 'book list'.
Because I will forget. Not that I will forget that I want them, but I won't think to ask for them because I will be busy shopping or baking cookies or corralling the kids or policing Turbo while he enjoys his 'holiday spirits'. Because I have a lot going on and I forget things like this all of the time and I can hardly remember what my kids names are or where I live, much less what in the world I want for Christmas.
In 6 months.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Overnight Guest
We had an overnight guest this past weekend. A 4 year old friend of Rex's. His parents are long time friends of ours and we offered to take him while they enjoyed themselves at a wedding.
Within 10 minutes (his dad was still here hanging out with Turbo) I was feeling great sympathy for any person with twins or more than 3 children. I think the energy level in our house was immediately multiplied by 1000 and it seemed there were crazy children everywhere I turned. Really, bona fide kiddie lunatics.
It was obvious I needed a plan to get through the weekend with my kids plus OG. But I didn't have one and I had to improvise.
So I put them in bathing suits and threw them outside.
They came back in 20 minutes later, hungry.
So I made snacks. And I learned that OG hates food. All food, except apples. He didn't want the burgers he asked Turbo for on Wednesday, didn't like strawberries even though I saw him eating them by the handful at his house the week before, hates cheese and crackers. I eventually got him to eat bananas and scrambled eggs and toast. Success.
Then they played inside and got bored even quicker.
So we made mozzarella sticks. Which OG hates. But he did like to 'paint' the wrappers and roll them in crumbs. Success.
Then they played the Wii and the batteries died because they weren't charged last time.
So we drew pictures on t-shirts with a bleach pen. Rex did a skeleton, OG did a car. Success.
Then they played outside and it started to rain.
So we came in and watched some SpongeBob. And they had a pillow fight with the huge pillows I made and OG asked if he could have one, but I said no and offered to make him his own as long as he stuffed it himself. He was happy to pick out the fabric and stuff his new pillow. Success.
Then more friends came over and we had dinner (OG ate strawberries by the handful again) and a bonfire and smores and we played outside until everyone was tired and dirty.
So we came inside, took showers, got on pj's, made popcorn, watched Cars, and went to sleep. Success.
The next morning we made blueberry pancakes and sausage. OG ate his entire plate. Success.
Then Rex & OG helped me make chocolate chip cookies. Success.
Then we played outside. Success.
Then his mom came to get him. And I laughed with her about all of the food he hates, and the pillow and the t-shirt and the cookies and all the stuff we did so I didn't go nuts. And I told her OG was missing a pair of underwear that I couldn't find anywhere, but would return when they resurfaced.
So they got all of his stuff together and OG went to the bathroom before the ride home. But he couldn't get his pants back on because he was wearing two pairs of underwear and his jeans didn't fit over them very well.
And his mom and I laughed and laughed and laughed. And she said thanks and I told her it was lots of fun and OG is welcome anytime and the entire weekend was a great success.
'Cause it was.
Within 10 minutes (his dad was still here hanging out with Turbo) I was feeling great sympathy for any person with twins or more than 3 children. I think the energy level in our house was immediately multiplied by 1000 and it seemed there were crazy children everywhere I turned. Really, bona fide kiddie lunatics.
It was obvious I needed a plan to get through the weekend with my kids plus OG. But I didn't have one and I had to improvise.
So I put them in bathing suits and threw them outside.
They came back in 20 minutes later, hungry.
So I made snacks. And I learned that OG hates food. All food, except apples. He didn't want the burgers he asked Turbo for on Wednesday, didn't like strawberries even though I saw him eating them by the handful at his house the week before, hates cheese and crackers. I eventually got him to eat bananas and scrambled eggs and toast. Success.
Then they played inside and got bored even quicker.
So we made mozzarella sticks. Which OG hates. But he did like to 'paint' the wrappers and roll them in crumbs. Success.
Then they played the Wii and the batteries died because they weren't charged last time.
So we drew pictures on t-shirts with a bleach pen. Rex did a skeleton, OG did a car. Success.
Then they played outside and it started to rain.
So we came in and watched some SpongeBob. And they had a pillow fight with the huge pillows I made and OG asked if he could have one, but I said no and offered to make him his own as long as he stuffed it himself. He was happy to pick out the fabric and stuff his new pillow. Success.
Then more friends came over and we had dinner (OG ate strawberries by the handful again) and a bonfire and smores and we played outside until everyone was tired and dirty.
So we came inside, took showers, got on pj's, made popcorn, watched Cars, and went to sleep. Success.
The next morning we made blueberry pancakes and sausage. OG ate his entire plate. Success.
Then Rex & OG helped me make chocolate chip cookies. Success.
Then we played outside. Success.
Then his mom came to get him. And I laughed with her about all of the food he hates, and the pillow and the t-shirt and the cookies and all the stuff we did so I didn't go nuts. And I told her OG was missing a pair of underwear that I couldn't find anywhere, but would return when they resurfaced.
So they got all of his stuff together and OG went to the bathroom before the ride home. But he couldn't get his pants back on because he was wearing two pairs of underwear and his jeans didn't fit over them very well.
And his mom and I laughed and laughed and laughed. And she said thanks and I told her it was lots of fun and OG is welcome anytime and the entire weekend was a great success.
'Cause it was.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Spring Cleaning...Still
In case you're wondering where in the heck I have been lately, have no fear. I am at home. Cleaning. Still.
I've spent the last few days cleaning out closets, rearranging bedrooms, sorting through toys. I still have to paint, want to sew some new curtains, need to get plans for a lego table I promised the boys we'd make.
Unfortunately, for me the cleaning never stops. It's always laundry or dishes or vacuuming. On really good days it's closets and toys too. It is a truly unglamorous and grueling job, but a necessary one all the same. And the quicker I get through it, the more time I have for blogging and sewing and playing outside. You know, all of that fun stuff that is so much better when you get to relax in a clean house afterward.
I've spent the last few days cleaning out closets, rearranging bedrooms, sorting through toys. I still have to paint, want to sew some new curtains, need to get plans for a lego table I promised the boys we'd make.
Unfortunately, for me the cleaning never stops. It's always laundry or dishes or vacuuming. On really good days it's closets and toys too. It is a truly unglamorous and grueling job, but a necessary one all the same. And the quicker I get through it, the more time I have for blogging and sewing and playing outside. You know, all of that fun stuff that is so much better when you get to relax in a clean house afterward.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Comfortable Chaos
Another weekend, another story. So goes our summer.
This weekend we had 'doubler' picnics. One with the E family, one with the K Crew. Each with their own wonderful stories to share.
Saturday, after running like crazy from soccer to t-ball (with an hour long break in the middle where we went to the grocery store, then got trapped in the parking lot for 20 minutes) we had barely enough time to throw together a sweet little dessert for the E fam picnic. Just a simple cheesecake, a treat my SIL said we could take our time making for her b-day picnic.
Cheesecake in hand, we left the house an hour late for the party. All of us E's, including the dog, packed in our SUV. Halfway to their house, Lucy's stroller fell on the dog. He got spooked, jumped into the back seat (where there was no room on the bench), and landed safely in the cheesecake.
So we arrived over an hour late, with an inedible cheesecake, a mess of a car, and a great story to share.
The rest of the day was perfect. The kids swam, we adults sipped some drinks and had a cornhole tourney. We enjoyed a perfect meal, some birthday cake, and loads of great conversation. It was lovely. (Only I forgot my camera. Remembered the dog, forgot the camera. Rats.)
Sunday we geared up for the annual German picnic. A K family fave, we all look forward to the grilling, Warsteiner, and water balloon toss.
Turbo, along side Harry, Victor, & Ralph arrived early to grill the meat and test the beer. The boys tagged along this year to start to learn the ropes. They were essential in running little errands, cooling the grill, and distributing ice. Soon enough they will earn their way to the grill like the big guys.
The rest of us showed up around lunch time, including some cousins we have not seen since my wedding several years ago. It was so nice to see them, catch up, and plan an even bigger K event (Germanfest) in the upcoming weeks.
After lunch and dessert, we had the much anticipated balloon toss. We paired off quickly: Turbo & Katie, Megan & Rex, Me & Harry, Lisa & Patti, Ralph & Nate, Linda & Lucy (ok, so they didn't play, next year for sure). Our competitive nature comes out very quickly in this heated game. We go all out, determined to win the sugary prize. (And no, we are not the only people involved in this, we're just the best...)
This is how it went down. Lisa & Patti flopped about the same time as Megan & Rex. Much later then you would have guessed, and with little evidence of the filled balloons on them, though Lisa did soak some unsuspecting busty lady in a white tank top. (Men everywhere were thanking my mom all afternoon.) Turbo doused Katie, literally head to toe, the same time Harry scraped his knee trying to catch an awful final throw from me. (Katie is smart by the way, so she wore black.) Ralph & Nate went on to win huge bags of jelly beans and the most coveted prize, a photo in the German club newspaper and bragging rights. Sweet K fam victory, again. (Of course, we then have our own balloon fight, we pride ourselves on being the first to grab the leftovers.)
Another perfect day joking, sipping from the Steins, kicking back and enjoying time with family. Really, life doesn't get much better than that.
This weekend we had 'doubler' picnics. One with the E family, one with the K Crew. Each with their own wonderful stories to share.
Saturday, after running like crazy from soccer to t-ball (with an hour long break in the middle where we went to the grocery store, then got trapped in the parking lot for 20 minutes) we had barely enough time to throw together a sweet little dessert for the E fam picnic. Just a simple cheesecake, a treat my SIL said we could take our time making for her b-day picnic.
Cheesecake in hand, we left the house an hour late for the party. All of us E's, including the dog, packed in our SUV. Halfway to their house, Lucy's stroller fell on the dog. He got spooked, jumped into the back seat (where there was no room on the bench), and landed safely in the cheesecake.
So we arrived over an hour late, with an inedible cheesecake, a mess of a car, and a great story to share.
The rest of the day was perfect. The kids swam, we adults sipped some drinks and had a cornhole tourney. We enjoyed a perfect meal, some birthday cake, and loads of great conversation. It was lovely. (Only I forgot my camera. Remembered the dog, forgot the camera. Rats.)
Sunday we geared up for the annual German picnic. A K family fave, we all look forward to the grilling, Warsteiner, and water balloon toss.
Turbo, along side Harry, Victor, & Ralph arrived early to grill the meat and test the beer. The boys tagged along this year to start to learn the ropes. They were essential in running little errands, cooling the grill, and distributing ice. Soon enough they will earn their way to the grill like the big guys.
The rest of us showed up around lunch time, including some cousins we have not seen since my wedding several years ago. It was so nice to see them, catch up, and plan an even bigger K event (Germanfest) in the upcoming weeks.
After lunch and dessert, we had the much anticipated balloon toss. We paired off quickly: Turbo & Katie, Megan & Rex, Me & Harry, Lisa & Patti, Ralph & Nate, Linda & Lucy (ok, so they didn't play, next year for sure). Our competitive nature comes out very quickly in this heated game. We go all out, determined to win the sugary prize. (And no, we are not the only people involved in this, we're just the best...)
This is how it went down. Lisa & Patti flopped about the same time as Megan & Rex. Much later then you would have guessed, and with little evidence of the filled balloons on them, though Lisa did soak some unsuspecting busty lady in a white tank top. (Men everywhere were thanking my mom all afternoon.) Turbo doused Katie, literally head to toe, the same time Harry scraped his knee trying to catch an awful final throw from me. (Katie is smart by the way, so she wore black.) Ralph & Nate went on to win huge bags of jelly beans and the most coveted prize, a photo in the German club newspaper and bragging rights. Sweet K fam victory, again. (Of course, we then have our own balloon fight, we pride ourselves on being the first to grab the leftovers.)
Another perfect day joking, sipping from the Steins, kicking back and enjoying time with family. Really, life doesn't get much better than that.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Hooray for Me!
Yesterday I opened the Ky&Company shop on Etsy. A long time coming, (thanks to all of you that nudged me to finally do it) I mustered up the courage to put all that I've got out there. No simple task if you ask sheepish little me.
Almost as quickly as I posted my projects, I had one of them sold. I would have sworn it was a family member trying to give me a hand in this crafty adventure I have taken quite the shine to.
But no! It was to a wonderful stranger! Some lovely family out there has my very first sold creation on it's way to their home, where I hope they have the perfect child waiting for an absolutely adorable little blanket.
Oh, I am so excited, and now so motivated to continue. I'm headed down to my 'shop' with Lucy to take a peek at my stacks of fabric and dream up some more things I can make and add to my collection.
So thank you thank you thank you to all of you that encouraged me, all of you that supported me, and all of you that are promoting me now. I am so grateful again, for such a great bunch of people in my Company.
(On a side note...I was so worried about the shop and the appearance and the products, that I was not prepared at all for an immediate sale. Though my blanket did make its way to the post office yesterday, it was certainly done after some crazy running around town for packaging and shipping supplies. Again, who knew this was going to be so business-y? I thought I'd just be sewing and crafting!!)
Almost as quickly as I posted my projects, I had one of them sold. I would have sworn it was a family member trying to give me a hand in this crafty adventure I have taken quite the shine to.
But no! It was to a wonderful stranger! Some lovely family out there has my very first sold creation on it's way to their home, where I hope they have the perfect child waiting for an absolutely adorable little blanket.
Oh, I am so excited, and now so motivated to continue. I'm headed down to my 'shop' with Lucy to take a peek at my stacks of fabric and dream up some more things I can make and add to my collection.
So thank you thank you thank you to all of you that encouraged me, all of you that supported me, and all of you that are promoting me now. I am so grateful again, for such a great bunch of people in my Company.
(On a side note...I was so worried about the shop and the appearance and the products, that I was not prepared at all for an immediate sale. Though my blanket did make its way to the post office yesterday, it was certainly done after some crazy running around town for packaging and shipping supplies. Again, who knew this was going to be so business-y? I thought I'd just be sewing and crafting!!)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Lulu at the Market
Here's a great photo of Lucy at the farmers market.
I've had lots of people asking how she is doing, now that she is a crawler. The answer is too darn good for herself. She is all over the floor and has finally mastered the art of pulling up on furniture. (I say finally like it has taken months, it helps me deal with the under two week span that it actually was.) Now that pulling to a stand is so easy, she's decided she might as well cruise around the tables and her crib while she is up. Turbo & I are patiently waiting to hear the same horrid words Rex's doctor said very early in his life...'If he's a risk taker now, he's always going to be.' Gotta love hearing that when your kid is less than a year old.
Holiday Hullabaloo
I think everyone enjoys being surrounded by good friends and family on the fourth of July.
We've started a new tradition with some friends where we alternate hosting a BBQ and then caravan to see fireworks. It works out very nicely. We hang out all day, eat, watch the local display and go home.This year the younger kids ran around playing with water guns, Nate alternated between watching the little ones and a Twilight Zone marathon, while us older folks sat chatting and sipping cocktails. We watched fireworks in a neighboring town, armed to the hilt with glow sticks and bug spray.
What could be better?
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Play Date
Yesterday Rex, Lucy & I had a play date. It was supposed to be a big water slide party, but the rainy July weather made us switch plans to bike riding, baseball, and arts and crafts. No biggie for us, we found plenty to do and had loads of fun making some new friends.
Rex played some baseball, blew bubbles, played on the swing set, drew with chalk, learned to play badminton, rode scooters, and all after he finished his entire lunch without me saying one word. He made quick friends with a fellow March 1 birthday boy. The two strangers were best buds after they found out only one year separates them from having the exact same birthday. I honestly could not tell you how many times I heard 'When Dylan turns 7, I will turn 6 because his birthday is March 1st too.' I think he told everyone he came in contact with.
Lucy was again the baby show stopper. While other babies sat quietly playing, she crawled around and made her growling noises. At one point she tried to use a stationary baby as leverage to stand. (Didn't work.) Then later when she was being grabbed by a bigger girl, she just took it in stride and kept on playing. When the big girl started crying after being told to leave Lucy alone, the other 8 month old baby cried too. Not Lucy, she laughed and started clapping. Wonder what sort of indicator that is about her personality?
Rex played some baseball, blew bubbles, played on the swing set, drew with chalk, learned to play badminton, rode scooters, and all after he finished his entire lunch without me saying one word. He made quick friends with a fellow March 1 birthday boy. The two strangers were best buds after they found out only one year separates them from having the exact same birthday. I honestly could not tell you how many times I heard 'When Dylan turns 7, I will turn 6 because his birthday is March 1st too.' I think he told everyone he came in contact with.
Lucy was again the baby show stopper. While other babies sat quietly playing, she crawled around and made her growling noises. At one point she tried to use a stationary baby as leverage to stand. (Didn't work.) Then later when she was being grabbed by a bigger girl, she just took it in stride and kept on playing. When the big girl started crying after being told to leave Lucy alone, the other 8 month old baby cried too. Not Lucy, she laughed and started clapping. Wonder what sort of indicator that is about her personality?
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