We’re steeling ourselves for the holidays and the weather here in New York, but mostly we’re in a holding pattern waiting for the unfathomably pregnant Jordana to give birth to their son. She’s already pretty much effaced, a few centimeters dilated, and, I imagine, quite miserable. No possible way this event will hold off until the due date of December 17; the baby will be 15 pounds by then. So we’re in a wait-and-see mode because nobody wants to induce, either. C’mon, kiddo, it’s time! Lucy wants a tiny cousin!
The night before last, we carried on a new tradition of making Padsicles™ for the mother-to-be. These literally saved Tessa’s ass after her delivery, and we’ve made several sets since. It’s apparently a divine secret mixture of clear aloe vera, witch hazel and lavender applied to a maxi-pad and then stuck in the freezer, and will no doubt be Tessa’s contribution to the pantheon of child-bearing.
Tessa, Jordi and Sean work the Padsicle™ assembly line
Being in Brooklyn – and inside – means Lucy gets to spend almost every afternoon with Hank, usually to explosive effect. Those two are like bumper cars being driven by coke addicts. Basically, we set them loose in the house, and they run 15 miles in random loops, pausing only to hear Nell read “The Night Before Christmas” (which Hank refers to as the book about “Nick”).
Lucy tries to get Hank to be serious about the bass clef of Bach’s Partita in E Major
Being inside may have also kicked Lucy’s language skills into high gear. She’s using complex sentences now, and surprising us every day by busting something cool. My recent favorite was when she came into my bedroom and said, “I’m making you eggs.”
Never mind she was a whole floor away from the kitchen and can’t reach the stove, I liked how she laid down some skillz with the subject-verb-indirect object-verb. Also, she said “I” – which is a nice segue from the usual third-person “Lucy is all wet” kind of thing that she still uses. Other faves:
“I’m going get Kirsty and be right back” (Kirsty is her doll)
“Socks are in the bed. Socks are funny!”
“Daddo put on Lucy’s purple pantapoons.”
When walking into the empty kitchen: “Everybody? GUYS?”
Grabbing my computer with immediate justification: “See pictures of zebras? Okay.”
She has become a huge fan of this Mother Goose book that features samples of well-worn rhymes. We sing the ones that have tunes, like “Baa Baa Black Sheep,” but “Humpty Dumpty” happens to be on the same page, so she thinks they’re the same poem.
She tends to sing as a secondary activity, thus not really caring to nail everything, but hopefully you can hear her sing the following:
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for the master, one for the dame
One for the little boy who lives down the lane
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…
Lucy’s rocking chair!
In this video, she is showing her newfound (as in Monday) skill in getting into the piano seat. She says “Lucy’s back!” and then launches into a semi-silent version of the ABC song, then starts to run into the other room. However, she’s still singing it in her head, because she goes “YAAAAAYYY!” when she finishes it in the kitchen:
Oh, and fans of South Park: in the movie, the song “Uncle Fucka” has a brilliant ending phrase uttered by Terrance (or Philip) that I used to sing at the end of her nursery rhyme songs when she was mere weeks old. It was the only way I found solace in the tedium of those early days, and I forgot how often I did it. Fast-forward to last week, when we were singing “Wheels on the Bus”:
Me: The wheels on the bus go-
Lucy: Round and round!
Me: Round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus-
Lucy: Go round and round!
Me: (big ending) All… through… the TOWN.
Lucy: Suck my balls!
Sure, it made Tessa want to draw up separation papers, but I was doubled over on the floor laughing. IT WAS SO WORTH IT!