some of you who come here will remember my baby. all that black hair, that red face the first week or two..she looked native american! you might remember her dimpled baby cheek, her early and often heard laughter, her squealing babbly adoration of her older brothers. maybe you recall holding her while she was wearing one of her pink onsies (what a nice change for me to shop the baby girl department!). were you around when she learned to crawl? talk? toddle?
i took her to MOPS, i dropped her off three mornings a week at preschool, i got to homeschool her for her kindergarden year. last year she spent in a little charter school classroom, running to the van at carloop to tell me about her day. this year we are back to homeschooling, and i am so glad to have her around again. she is our light, our joy, our sugar, spice, and tomboy kid who does her level best to keep up with those brothers.
she is our lucy, and she turned 7 yesterday.



(of course, no matter how many birthdays she keeps on having, she will always, always be my baby.)