There was a request from one side of Lucy’s godmothers for pictures of The Bug, so please allow me to indulge a little. I can’t say these are rampantly iconoclastic, because we’re just enjoying Lucy’s newfound toddler status and bask in the glow of her penumbra. Truly, it’s her world, and we’re just living in it.
Probably her best friend is Hank Drucker, son of Jesse Drucker and Nell Casey. Hank is six weeks younger than La Luce, and the two are like twins, the same size (she’s 15th percentile in weight, and so’s he) and they totally love to hug and eat with each other. Platonically, of course:
She’s been demanding her own spoon to feed herself, which meets with mixed results. I know every kid has a picture like this, but the diaspora of mango covering the kitchen was insane. She got most of it in her eyeballs:
She loves the farm and the cows, especially now that she getting the idea she can actually “go” where she wants, by, you know, “walking.” This spring has been especially beautiful upstate:
This picture is for my mom, who got her the jammies for Christmas. She has another 4-5 months before they’ll fit, but she loves to tool around like a spacewoman:
Oh yeah, she loves to be naked. I don’t know why Tessa took her shirt off for breakfast, but it was met with immense pleasure:
God, I love this little punkinboots! (Although you’re lucky you weren’t in the car with her for two hours this afternoon)