Current Lucy-isms:

Cow
Goggie (Doggie)
Eetey (Petey)
Sziszer (Ginger)
Now (actually – down)
Choo-choo
Han (Hand)
Peeees (Please)
Dan-du (Thank you)
Ditty (Pretty)
Wow! (when she has climbed up something and is proud)
Mmmmm (what a cow says – she arches her neck and everything)
Mmmmm (when she eats something new – yes her Mommy is trying positive reinforcement)
Eaoww (what a kitty says)
Euff (what a doggy says)

Oh we’re having some fun! 🙂

We talk with Max about having a ‘happy heart’ (good attitude). One day when I was saying that I wanted him to help me with something and not be grumpy, he said, “Let me ask my heart. (whispers to his chest) sound ok? (then to me) Okay Mommy I’ll help ya!”

Everyone loves when Poppa comes over for the weekend, but no one more so than Lucy. She loves Poppa and all the fun she has with him. This past weekend when he came over, he brought the long balloons and was twisting them into little poodle dog shapes. She walked around with a balloon dog in her hand all day.
Since they are balloons, and she toddles, she would often pop them. She would cry
and cry until Poppa stopped work and twisted her a new ‘doggie’. When it was time
for bed, we let her take one of the balloon dogs to bed. We were going to go in after
she was asleep and remove it from her death grip. Poppa went in about a half an hour
after she went to bed. Her eyes were closed, but she still cried when he tried to
take it from her hands. She really loves her balloon doggies. We finally got the balloon
out of her crib about 3 hours after she went to bed. Even after they untwisted and
were just lumpy balloons, she would walk around with her doggie. The picture below
shows Poppa twisting Eloise a new doggie. This doggie is an ’emergency replacement’.
It is hard to tell in the picture, but Lucy’s cheeks are wet with her tears after
having popped the previous doggie.

After a fabulous time at Matt’s grandparents’ Christmas Eve extravaganza in Woodland Hills, we headed back to his folks’ house in Valencia for some sleep. We all made it to bed around midnight. At 3:45 am I heard a very long, moany sort of cry – not coming from the baby’s room. I went to Max’s bed and there he was, sobbing and moaning. Matt joined me as we tried to figure out what was wrong – “Did you have a bad dream? Do you feel sick? Does something hurt? Did you wet your pj’s?” All these were met with a weepy “nooooooooo.” So after about 8 minutes of no other information, I said, “Did you do something wrong?” Max said, “Yeaaaaaaaaaaa.” “What did you do?” His reply, “I don’t want to go to sleeeeeeeeppppp.” I said, “Because you are excited about Christmas?” “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” So there you have it, Mr. Tender Heart. Fortunately, we got him back in bed and asleep within minutes. Later that morning we had a super time with family, though I think we yawned a couple of times. 🙂

Max was singing loudly today, “Elise Navinach, Elise Navinach! I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, I want a bottom for my heart!”

Yes, I’m sure he’ll be a Spanish major in college. 🙂