i am cute, please give me more

anatomy lesson

Lucy, pointing to hand: Nipples on wrist?

Mama, curiously: What? Oh, those are called knuckles.

Lucy: Knuckles.

Mama: Mama has knuckles too, one, two, three, four.

Lucy, shaking her fist: Shake shake the knuckles!

friday cute shot

Sick, Seben, Eight, Ten!!! from Amber Broughton on Vimeo.

beach weekend

Two weekends ago we went to Seaside for a long weekend with my parents and my brother and Sarah and my lovely niece Teagan. Ever since we've been back, Lucy will randomly start talking about the trip.

"Titi."
"What about Titi?"
"Bath."
"Did you take a bath with Titi?"
'Yeah."
"You took a bath with Titi at the beach, didn't you?"
"Nana. Fun."

We stopped by the small but full Seaside Aquarium, where we saw seals (which I mistakenly told Lucy were sea lions, misinformed mama!), a large octopus in a rather small little box, and some sea anemones and starfish that were touchable in ice cold water. I also so the most frightening fish I had ever seen, Dover Sole, a flatfish with a twisted mouth and eyes on one side of it's head. Apparently they are born like normal fish but their eyes migrate as they learn to live on their sides on the bottom of the sea. Creepy, but they sure do taste delicious.

You could buy some small fish for  dollar and throw them to the seals, and the seals would get all funny trying to convince you that THEY, and not their little seal friend, deserved the next fish. Some would hoist themselves up on a rock, some would stare, and the most effective would clap with their fins. Lucy found the seals a little too real with just the wire mesh between us, but thought it was pretty cool once we stood behind the window.

Later that night:
"Sea lions."
"Yep! We saw the sea lions, didn't we?"
"Clap!"

There were also sand castles on the beach, feeding the seagulls, fistfuls of calamari, and a jumbo prawn that lingered on her plate until we offered to give it back to my dad, at which point Lucy grabbed it in her fist and ate it like Davy Crockett with a pork chop over a campfire.

 

 

rocky, a christmas story

Lucy: Tail. Tickle. Toes.


Touch.


Mama: Gentle . . .

Lucy: Gentle.

seventeen months

new words since we got to Virginia: clouds, Rocky, Wendell, J, cousin, Sam, Gramme, Grandpa, banister, snow, hurt, boo boo, throat, medicine

high temp of the week: 104.9

a visual vocabulary

Ready

Lucy is saying so many words lately that I stopped keeping track. Well, I stopped keeping track briefly, then I got really curious and started keeping track again.

My favorite new additions to her vocabulary are: silly, freckle, pillow, blanket, iloveyou.

Lucy: A Picture Dictionary

Box

Hat (and Ready)

Cooking

Teeth

Hug

words, 16 months

lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

The new animal sounds are so fantastic, there's "peep peep" for the chicks, "mmmmmm" for the cow, "cack-y" for the duck, "eee-aww" for the donkey, "cock-a" for the rooster, "meow" for the cats, "ooof!" for the dogs, and the lion, tiger, and bears all say the same thing: ROOOAAAAARR!

ROOOAAAAARR! from Amber Broughton on Vimeo.

A Message for All the Grandparents in the House

Lucy's been vocalizing for a few months now, but a couple of weeks ago she really found her voice . . . she spent a couple of days just shrieking to herself for fun. Now that I know the shrieking was a short term phenomenon, I feel comfortable saying that it was very cute and kind of hilarious while it lasted.

She makes all kinds of exciting noises now, including shrieks, squeals, gurgles, coos, grunts, hoots, hollers, and raspberries. She's even getting the rhythm of conversations, so sometimes we can engage her in a back and forth dialogue which is really fun.

She told us she wanted to give a shout out to the grandparents: