Two Days is a Long Time

I don't even know Lucy anymore. In the two very long days I was in D.C., she has almost mastered the melody of the ABCs/"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Today she brought me the lid to one of her toyboxes — blue vinyl with little blue stars all over it — and started singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Sure, it was a jumbled up mixture of the most notable vowel sounds from both sets of lyrics, but holy crap. She can say, ON HER OWN, 37 words that I can count right now, and it seems like she knows a new one each day. She also has more hair, which I think is going to be kind of dark. And she started making this funny look of surprise: a rounded gasp with the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile, like she knows something happy that we don't. Which I imagine she does.

So, nothing new to report, really. Except that two days is a long time when you are only 474 days old. I missed 1/237th of her life. Did I say 37 words? I forgot elbow, Elmo, and remote. Don't judge the words. Some of the 40 of them are really impressive and cerebral, trust me.

Mardi Gras

Lucy has a new trick. Well, she had a new trick briefly, but we are not doing it anymore. Because the trick is inappropriate and maybe a little degrading. Only it is really, really funny.

When you tell Lucy, "Show us your belly button," she will grin, lift up her shirt and show you. And she will also do the same thing if you say, "Show us your boobs." SHOW US YOUR BOOBS! And then of course, we bust out laughing, so she wants to do it more.

See, it's funny, right? Funny for a 15-month-old. But not funny for a 15-year-old. That is why we are not doing it anymore.