Easter Traditions

Here are the highlights from Easter, where we enjoyed both old and new family traditions.

This was the first year we dyed Easter eggs as a family. Last Easter Lucy wasn't yet one, so we were very excited to begin this Easter tradition.Obviously Emma isn't quite one yet this Easter, but we gave her a purple crayon to try marking her own egg so she wouldn't feel left out. As younger siblings ourselves, Will and I have a keen awareness of how it feels to want to do what your older sibling is doing.Lucy only broke one egg (out of a dozen), and thoroughly enjoyed 'dropping' the eggs into the different cups of dye.As you all know by now, I am a big fan of writing out my family's names as it is the only way I can see our family together on earth. Our Easter eggs were no eggception!After church on Sunday, we headed to the cemetery to visit Luke and drop off an Easter egg for him - a tradition we've done since we lost Luke. It was also the first day warm enough to bring Emma outside and get a picture of her little feet next to Luke's on his headstone - a tradition we started after Lucy was born. When we got to the cemetery, Lucy got out of the car and I overheard her saying "Lukey, are you? Lukey, are you?" as she made her way to his grave. This near about broke Will's and my heart, as we explained to Lucy that we were just going to place the plastic blue egg with a love note in it on his grave, not actually give it to Lukey, as Lukey is in heaven. She didn't say anything to this, but then changed her chattering at Luke's grave to, "I love you, Lukey. Miss you. Love you." Sadly, this is as close as my three children will ever physically be on earth. Will and I definitely choked up, as we stood there watching Lucy run around in the grass and the sun shine on Emma's sleeping face. As Lucy's dress blew in the breeze and we listened to her happy giggles as she ran around from stone to stone we couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with Luke running next to his sister, and how it would feel to watch all three of our children enjoy Easter festivities together. I like to think that Lucy's carefree happiness in the open grass and warm temperatures was a direct reflection of Luke's happiness in heaven. Lucy's innocent joy in the simple pleasures of life were not diluted by the fact that we were at a cemetery visiting a brother she would never play with on earth. Lucy's ability to embrace the moment for exactly what it was and nothing more was inspiring and we knew at that moment that Luke was enjoying Easter in much the same way. So we did a family hug, dried our tears, watched Lucy rob several graves of flags, angel statues and flowers, and then headed home (after of course putting back all of the mementos to their rightful graves).Once home from the cemetery, we enjoyed another new family tradition - an Easter egg hunt in the backyard. It was a ton of fun watching Lucy hunt for eggs and we couldn't help but imagine next year with Emma taking her first couple of toddles, looking for eggs with Lucy. We hope you all had a wonderful Easter!

Introducing Emma Elise Timmerman

Emma Elise Timmerman is finally here!

Emma arrived early this past Saturday morning, April 16th at 12:48 a.m. She weighed in at 7 pounds 8 ounces and measured 20.5 inches long. She has very long and slender hands and feet, black hair like me, and Will's nose. Her eyes are still a milky dark blue, so only time knows what color they will be as of yet. I will let the below pictures help describe our little girl's arrival.

This past Friday morning I went into the hospital for a non-stress test because I hadn't felt little Emma move in over 12 hours. After everything checked out okay with Emma, the nurses called my doctor and discussed what to do next. For some reason I was no longer able to feel her moving, but the monitors revealed that she was still wiggling around just fine. I felt I was between two difficult choices - to leave the hospital still unable to feel Emma moving and continue to go out of my mind with worry and sleeplessness, or to stay and have them induce me. After discussing in length with Will, the nurses and doctor, we decided to be induced. I would have preferred to have Emma come naturally, but given my past history, I was no longer able to give Emma a calm environment with all of my worry. So three days past her due date I was hooked up to pitocin and praying that we had made the right decision. Twelve hours later when I heard her first cry and got to hold her in my arms and cover her in kisses I knew that we had. Oh, the sweet joy and bliss to finally have Emma safe in our arms! I felt like we had waited forever for her, and finally she was here. It was a moment I will never forget for as long as I live.

Here Emma is below, getting her hair combed after her first bath. Will is very proud of the fact that she has hair to be combed, and that it is the same color as my hair.Here Emma is sucking on her hands, which she has been doing since the moment she was born. The nurses told me this is good and bad - good, because it means that Emma has already found a way to self-soothe while in utero, but bad because sucking on hands is a lot harder habit to break than tossing a pacifier. I will focus on the fact that my daughter is a self-soother.Emma was very alert right after her birth, and gazed into my eyes like she has known me for eternity. It is amazing how even though I met Emma for the first time face to face, I already knew and loved so much about her. The below picture I will title: Proud Parents. Need I say more?

Proud Papa.

Proud and loving big sister.

Proud daddy with his girls.
The day we were discharged from the hospital, the kitchen sent up a Happy Birthday cupcake to celebrate Emma. The timing couldn't have been better. Lucy had just arrived to bring her Mama and baby sister home so it was a perfect way to celebrate our new little family together and made for a great memory.

Here are our two girls, going home to make our dream home even more of a dream come true. As we turned onto our street, Lucy reached over to her baby sister and told her the name of our street. Good to know, big sister, good to know.

Sweet Talking 23 Months

This would have to be the month where Lucy figured out social graces in the English language. Her expanding vocabulary has finally reached a level of etiquette that really warms her parents hearts. Topping the list of new phrases this month is "I love you." She says it after I buckle her in her car seat, she says "I love you too" after I tuck her in at night, and she even says it to her favorite dolls and stuffed animals. My favorite was when she said it to Will for the first time - or so he thought. He had just finished snuggling Lucy into her bed and told her "I love you." She replied back, "I love you...." (Will's heart started melting about here) until she finished it off with "Hops." Will: "You love Hops?" Lucy: "Yes!" Fortunately, she has told Will she loves him too numerous times since, so his broken heart is healing. Lucy also says "sorry" at the appropriate times, and even uses it in her imaginary play with her stuffed animals and dolls. After we sneeze she now tells us "BLESS YOU!" extremely loud and proud which makes us want to sneeze again just to hear it. When asking for something from Will or I she will make her request and then add, "okay?" at the end of it which definitely softens the multiple demands she makes on us throughout the day. And when we ask her a question, she will seriously reply, "um, thinking..." And thinking she has been. She can now count to 10 without missing a number, and can name basic colors. She will also tell you that her favorite color is orange. She even will go so far as to say that when she is older, she would like an orange bra! This totally caught me off guard and speechless. Even better is that she keeps bringing it up. Where she got this idea, I really don't know. Not thinking, I told her that when she is as old as her Aunt Jane, she can have an orange bra. Please don't hate me Aunt Jane, but now when she repeatedly refers to the orange bra, she also refers to Aunt Jane! In retrospect, I should have left Aunt Jane completely out of it. She has also become very animated in her speech and uses a lot of hand gestures, finger pointing and pushes her lips out while she talks loudly in very excited tones. She loves telling me about how her and Will went to the car wash the other day. "Car wash, mama. LOUD! Dada paid money. People push button on. LOUD!! Loud, mama. Curtains washed car, mama. Car dry and clean, mama! LOUD!" Lucy has been impatiently awaiting spring, along with the rest of us. I have been reading her books about the seasons and have explained to her that Emma will be born in the spring, and that Lucy's birthday is also in the spring. Lucy spotted the porch swing in the garage throughout the winter, and when she asked if we could swing on it, we would reply "in the spring." Well, the first day of Spring arrived and we asked if she wanted to go the playground to celebrate Spring. She answered, "No, mama. Emma coming today. Dada hang porch swing." Needless to say, Emma has still not arrived yet and our balmy spring temperatures have been replaced with more ice and snow. When Lucy saw the snow that fell after the first day of spring, she looked out the window, shook her finger and yelled, "NO SNOW! Spring, where are you?" Will did hang the porch swing though!

Lucy experienced the great seasonal winter flu this past month. It was horrid. She had a fever of 104, and was lethargic and sick for days. I caught it too, but fortunately not the high fever. Lucy has only had a fever once before in her life and never that high, so this was new to both of us and quite scary. We did a lot of cuddling, story reading and Elmo watching to pass the time. Here she is below, snuggling on me. When I would ask Lucy, "What can mama do for you?" She would weakly respond in two different ways, either "Love." or "Snuggles." Talk about a silver lining of my child having a high fever! She never cuddles like that and I ate it up. She of course wanted to snuggle both me AND Emma, so I apologize that the picture below is revealing some of my huge belly.When emotionally upset, Lucy will now tell me, "My eyes are crying, mama." And when she is doing something she knows she shouldn't be, she will shout and shake her finger "Don't move a muscle!" The best is when she is shouting and pointing at me.

Maybe all of her new found words she learned from reading the cereal box. Yup, she doesn't let me put it away until after she is done eating, as she wants to read the box!

Lucy is very proud of her new car seat we purchased this past month and is super excited to have company in the backseat of our car once Emma arrives. Here she is testing out her new ride. She told me today while driving in the car that "Emma ride in old car seat. Emma's turn to cry." Oh, so that's why there were all those crying fits in the car the past two years? It was the car seat? Good to know.Another exciting happening for Lucy this month was the replacement of her changing table with a new bookshelf for her toys and books that Will had promised to make her when she no longer wore diapers. Although we are not 100% accident free yet, she hasn't had a diaper on her bottom in almost two months so we thought it would be safe to say she won't from here on out. She is super proud of her new bookshelf, and loves to tell anyone visiting that she got it because she wears "No more DI-PEEEES!" Here she is below, in mid-spin.Yup, this little girl continues to keep us on our toes with her personality. One thing can be said for sure - she is a girl who knows what she wants and doesn't want. Sometimes this is great and sometimes this is a huge challenge. We are learning to just go with it though, and try our best to not interfere with the unique personality that continues to unfold before our eyes.I told Will the other night that I can still hardly believe that we get to have another one of these unique beings running around our house. I can't wait to find out what kind of personality Lucy's baby sister has and how she will fit into our family. I will leave you with this picture, which pretty much sums up the unexpected smiles that happen here lately with an almost two year old running around.

Preparing for Emma

Let's hope Emma's arrival isn't as overdue as this post about our sweet third child. As of today, we have less than a month until Emma's birthday! This stat fills my heart with excitement and yet makes my palms sweat with anxiety. On one hand, we cannot wait to feel the weight and warmth of Emma in our arms, and see two of our children together on earth. The moment when Emma and Lucy meet is something I dream about like a girl dreams of her wedding day. I really just can't wait to see my children together. But then there is the giant worry of integrating all of the tasks that another small person in our household will bring and wondering if I will be able to juggle it all. As with any life change, there is a period of adjustment or a learning curve, and I am anxious for that learning curve to begin, so that I can settle into life as normal again. Lucy and I have a good groove going right now, and I know I will miss the one on one time with Lucy as my baby.

I read a great piece of advice in a book the other day that made me feel like both Lucy and Emma will be okay sharing their mom and dad. Harvey Karp of the Happiest Baby on the Block books states that "sure, your older [child] got more attention from you, but what your new one doesn't get from you, [s]he will receive five times over from your older child. No one else will make your baby laugh or learn as much as [her] older sibling... A first child lives in an adult world, but a second child lives in a child's world. After you have two, they mostly just keep you around to provide them with a steady supply of love, kisses - and hot food!" I would be okay with that!

Because our family has a child in heaven, Will and I have felt like Lucy has missed out on having a sibling pretty much from the day we brought her home from the hospital. I am so glad that we have been blessed with Emma, and that Lucy and Emma get to experience the joys (and trials!) of siblinghood together. Siblings are our oldest friends. No one else understands us quite like our siblings who were raised right along with us and share the most common experiences, memories and genes! A friend pointed out to me that until they hit about 18 years of age though, it will be a constant battle of rivalry and keeping them from poking each other's eyes out. I say with every challenge overcome, there is great reward and it is our hope that Lucy and Emma will be each other's life long friends. To me, there is no better preparation for the real world than learning human relations from your siblings.

With that said, I have been documenting with pictures all of the preparations we have been making for little Emma. Sure, these preparations are no hand-knit sweaters, hats, booties and bears like I had the luxury of making while awaiting Lucy's arrival, but they were done with just as much love and meaning as the different preparations we made for Lucy.

To start off with, I have craved less with Emma than I did with Luke and Lucy. This is a good thing, as it has helped me to watch the weight gain a little bit better this time. The cravings have also been less weird, and in more moderation. Favorites of Emma's seem to be pineapple, Mediterranean food, Coke, Breyer's raspberry chocolate chip ice cream (yes, that specific!) and BACON. Lots and lots of bacon. And it has to be a certain very expensive, high-quality brand, and it only tastes good if Will makes it. A different brand or prepared by someone else is enough to make me gag. Will has surprised me on several occasions by getting up early and making me a pile of crisp bacon before he leaves for work in the morning. This is no small feat on his part, since he leaves around 6 a.m. Yup, Will not only brings home the bacon, he crisps it to perfection as well!

I have also not been as absent minded with this pregnancy either, although I am starting to wonder if it is all relative and at this point I don't even realize I am not as sharp as I used to be. Probably the most entertaining thing I've done with Emma induced pregnancy-brain is still mild compared to some of the things I did while pregnant with Luke and Lucy. We have a small dish soap bottle we keep on top of our kitchen counter, and a giant Sam's Club refill bottle we keep under the sink. It takes forever to refill the little bottle, so I had the brilliant idea to prop up the refill bottle on top of the small bottle and come back in a couple of minutes. After rigging up this ingenious time saving system I left the room and the project left my mind. Later that evening I returned to the kitchen - probably to get a bowl of Breyer's raspberry chocolate chip ice cream - and found this:

The dark colored granite counter top makes it difficult to see that there is an entire super-sized bottle of dish soap all over the counter, down the cabinets and onto the floor. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to wipe up pure, concentrated dish soap? I think I ended up having to use an entire roll of paper towel because rinsing out the dish rag was near impossible and I felt like I was reenacting an episode of I Love Lucy with the amount of bubbles it created.

Speaking of Lucy, my Lucy has really bonded with Emma throughout this pregnancy. I guess this only makes sense, as Lucy knew her baby sister's name before Will and I did. We bring her to every doctor appointment for Emma, and Lucy excitedly listens to Emma's heartbeat and watches the doctor measure my stomach. One day Lucy found a pedometer and put it on my stomach, then took a Kleenex and wiped where the pedometer was. I didn't realize what she was doing until she ran into the other room and came back with a metal tape measure of Will's and proceeded to measure my stomach with it. The pedometer was the heartbeat monitor! She tells Emma every morning, "MORNING TIME EMMA! WAKE UP!" and then talks to her in a language I do not understand but am guessing that Emma understands every word of it. Lucy also will impatiently yell "OUT, EMMA, OUT!" and firmly believes that Emma can see the world through my belly button. I hardly notice now when Lucy lifts my shirt and points my stomach in the direction of whatever it is that Lucy feels Emma should see. It is still kind of embarrassing when she tries this in public though. Here Lucy is below hugging Emma.

Lucy also talks about when Emma is born how she will hold her on the boppy pillow, and how Emma will cry. Lucy was very attached to her boppy and so a couple of months ago we told Lucy she could go to the store with us to pick out a boppy for Emma. She was extremely proud to do this, and talked about it for days. After picking out a new boppy for Emma, she decided that she was done with her boppy and has used Emma's ever since for playing and sits on it when we rock her before naps and bedtime. I am assuming Emma will be using Lucy's old boppy - or worse yet, none at all at this point! Here Lucy is below, practicing how she will hold Emma on her new boppy.

Part of our preparing for Emma's arrival involved a new found determination to tackle several items still on our to-do list from our move into our house a year ago now. One of the things we loved about our house when we found it was the fact that it had walk-in closets that were freshly painted and spacious, but didn't have any shelves or rods. Before moving in, I thought this was a former organizing professional's dream come true. They were a blank slate and I could turn them into whatever I dreamed up. Upon moving in, I found that it was impossible to unpack any boxes because most of what you box up and move is kept in closets on shelves and hanging from rods! Since there was a million more important things to do when we moved in, we designed and built the master bedroom closet and stacked boxes in all of the rest. Emma's room was the only closet in the house that had been left with shelves and rods, so we hung everything else from winter coats to formal wear in her closet. Not to mention that Emma's room was then turned into a giant walk-in closet for all of the boxes we just had no idea what to do with. So, to empty out Emma's room and closet, it caused a chain reaction through the rest of the house - we began by building the closet in the living room to get the winter coats out of Emma's closet. From there, we moved on to the office closet which needed a caution sign hanging from it as random objects would fall on you anytime you opened the door. Once that was built and organized to my heart's content we moved on to Lucy's closet. Here Will is below in Lucy's closet. Seconds before the picture was taken, he narrowly missed losing an eye to a closet rod wielding toddler.

And then finally we were able to walk into Emma's room without stubbing our toes, and assess it as a future nursery. It was at this point we determined that the room was better suited as a giant walk-in closet than a bedroom. To save on space and to avoid having to guide the door between the blades on the ceiling fan every time we wanted to open or close it (yes, the room is that small), we decided to install a pocket door. This was a great idea in theory, although while the wall was torn out we encountered more than a few surprises and a ton of dust. Perhaps the most stressful part of the whole thing was that half the upstairs was veiled in plastic only days before Christmas, while our Christmas decorations on the main floor were covered with a fine sprinkling of white plaster and drywall dust that I could only wish would melt away in the spring like snow. Here is the wall, pre-demolition.The wall post-demolition:And finally, the finished door pre-paint and pre-clean-up. Now that it is finished, it was a great idea, and I am so glad we (Will) did it. It makes the room seem so much bigger and is more space efficient. Not to mention we don't have to worry any more about leaving the ceiling fan on when we open or close the door because the truth of the matter is, if Will and I couldn't remember to turn the fan off before we exited or entered the room, how could we expect our toddler to remember or better yet, care!?!

Once the door was installed, the real fun began. We picked out a light mint green color for the walls and decided on a purple butterfly theme. Upon searching the internet for decorating inspiration we realized that not only was Emma's name one of the most popular girl names of the past decade, so too was our 'original' butterfly theme one of the most popular baby girl nursery decors.

I created and sewed a butterfly patterned French memory board for Emma's room while Will painted some really cute three dimensional butterflies we found at Target in various shades of purple.We then hung the memory board and butterflies this past week, and they really have made Emma's room as unique as a girl named Emma with a butterfly-themed room could be.

Here is Emma's finished room. The only thing missing is a crib, as we are still playing the waiting game to see if Lucy will outgrow hers before Emma moves out of the bassinet in our room. Worst case scenario we will buy a second crib, but we are going to hold out for as long as possible to see how things unfold.Finally, I completed a much dreaded task for my sweet girl's arrival, and I don't mean labor and delivery! We used cloth diapers for Lucy and saved a ton of money as well as hopefully the environment. When we bought the set of diapers for Lucy, it was a big upfront cost, but we had determined that the savings for Lucy alone would make it worth it and then we could sit back and watch the savings multiply with each subsequent child that wore them. After 20 plus months of use though, the diapers were in sad shape. It became clear once Lucy was diaper-free that if we had any hope of getting another child through them they would need some serious sewing repairs. The company who manufactures the diapers sells a refresher kit for $1/diaper and I decided that for $32 and a little of my time it would be well worth it. It was just so tedious!!! But I am finally finished, and feeling very proud of myself. The diapers are again ready to hold poop and pee!So you see, sweet Emma, I may not have had the time or energy to knit you cute little baby items, but I did grit my teeth and sew repairs on 32 cloth diapers for you. If that isn't love, I don't know what is. I know, I know, they are hand-me-down diapers, previously pooped and peed in by your sister, but with my repairs look almost as good as new and I can't wait to put them on your little bottom! Being the second living child in a family is quite different from the first, but I promise you Emma, you have been a much loved member of our family since the day we learned about you growing in my tummy, and we have truly enjoyed the last several months preparing a place for you in our home.

22 Months

This month just flew by. Before I sat down to type this post, I was a little worried that the running list of Lucy quips that I keep by my desk for each month was a bit short. However, now that I am actually drafting up this past month's stories, it seems that there is plenty of Lucy material!

Here Lucy is below playing in her favorite spot in the house - her parent's bed. She loves to play tent, where you put the blanket over your heads and giggle a lot, and she loves to play with her favorite doll Simone, also pictured below. Her enthusiasm of our bed doesn't seem to be diluted at all by the fact that she hits her head on the head board at least once during each play session.

Lucy also loves to play baby. She does this by asking to be wrapped up "snug as a bug", and then will proceed to fake cry.
That's about all she does that's even remotely baby-like these days though. She is talking in complete sentences now when she feels like it, and cracks us up with her response to things. When asked something along the lines of "Lucy, are you going to let me put your socks on now, or what?" She will look us straight in the eye, and say as serious as ever: "What." This is preferable to another frequent response to our requests by yelling, "NO, NOT!" Will pointed out to her once that this was in fact a double negative, and did that mean she actually was saying 'yes'? She responded by yelling louder, "NO! NOT!!!". Okay then!

Lucy is of the personality where she loves all things equally. In the morning when picking out what to wear, she isn't content with the two choices of shirts I give her - she pulls open the drawer with the rest of her shirts, and says "All of those!" She then proceeds to get upset when I try to explain to her that she can't possibly wear all of her shirts at the same time. The same goes for jammie time. She has three sets of different Elmo jammies. Each night we go through the same routine - she wants to wear all three of them, as if the other two pairs of Elmo jammies would have hurt feelings if she didn't. When packing up a bag to go on a day trip, Lucy spreads her arms wide and indicates that the entire contents of her crib - the piles of 'favorite' blankets, beloved stuffed animals and dolls all must come. "All of them!" She yells as we begrudgingly add one after the other of blankets and toys to the bag.


Lucy has also become fluent in singing some of her favorite songs, including Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Ring Around the Rosie. When singing the "ashes, ashes, we all fall down" it is impossible for Will and I not to laugh because it sounds remarkably similar to "ah, sh**, ah, sh**, we all fall down." Lucy also loves explaining to us whenever we can't find something we are looking for that it is "hiding." Most of the time, she is the one that hid it too.


And then there is her favorite phrase of the month, "DRY AND CLEAN!" which she proudly shouts for anything. Her Elmo jammies are dry and clean as I pull them out of the dryer. Her Mickey Mouse spoon and fork are dry and clean as I pull them out of the dishwasher. And best of all, her pants are dry and clean when I get her out of bed in the morning and after naps. That's right, she is officially potty trained. No more diapers for little Miss Lucy! And she would have it no other way. The best is when she tells us to clap after she deposits something in her froggy potty. She is definitely the one calling the shots around here, in case you hadn't picked up on that. Ah, yes. And she has also intelligently discovered that pee pee time and poo poo time can get you out of most anything. Your crib, a dinner that is less than appetizing, and boring church sermons. Pee and Poop time is the ultimate wild card in Lucy's deck and she doesn't hesitate to use it. Once Will decided that she was just stalling bedtime, and refused to get her out of her crib to use the potty 'one last time'. Lucy then proceeded to proudly pee the entire contents of what seemed to be a gallon sized jug of lemonade. When Will told me that she did it on purpose, I told him that was impossible, a child her age doesn't understand "on purpose". Flash forward a couple of days, and she tried getting out of a nap by telling me it was "Poo poo time." I told her she just went (which she did), and that she could hold it until after her nap. I thought I had nap victory when the baby monitor went silent for a couple of minutes - until I heard her proudly yell "POOP Momma! POOP!" I ran upstairs to her room, and sure enough, the little angel had pooped her pants!!! On purpose! The icing on the cake of wild cards though, was this past Sunday in church. We had already left for "pee pee time", and she did a great job. No sooner did we make it back to the pew when she started telling me it was "poo poo time". I told her no, we just went, and she could hold it until after church. She then started frantically yelling at the top of her lungs "POO POO TIME!! POO POO TIME!!!" at which point we made a huge scene as my pregnant belly and screaming toddler complete with a diaper bag slung over my shoulder shuffled back through the pew and over people's feet and left red faced and embarrassed. And no, she didn't go poop when we got to the restroom and I missed the entire sermon. Will and I still haven't figured out how to trump the pee and poop card Lucy keeps pulling. For now, we will chalk it up to the price of her new found potty freedom and hope it is a passing phase.
As you can see below, the froggy potty also travels. Who would have thought I'd have a roll of toilet paper and a pink and green froggy potty riding in the back seat of my sport sedan?

Lucy has been having a growth spurt this past month. She is finally tall enough to open door knobs and climb up on most anything - including her car seat and booster seat, which has been a great help as Emma continues to strain my back with each passing week. Lucy also got her last tooth (until her two year molars) and has a full set of teeth flashing back at us when she grins. Thank God we get a little break now of teething pain. Probably when Emma starts cutting her first tooth, Lucy will start cutting the two year molars. But we will enjoy the peace while it lasts! And probably the most exciting physical achievement of her little growth spurt this past month is enough hair on her head for me to put pigtails in! Finally!


When not walking on snow, as seen below...
Lucy loves playing with her silly face magnet set given to us by my Aunt Bridget. She called me into the office the other day where she and Will were playing and showed me a portrait she did of Will and I. Can you guess which one is Will and which one is me? Don't laugh too much, or you'll be her next subject!
And do not fear, I have not forgotten my promise of an Emma post. Stay tuned!