he wasn't supposed to do that, but he had a wonderful time

Lucy has been telling a lot of stories lately, usually just to herself or her stuffed animals and we only get to catch snippets. But today she grabbed Shaggy's passport and asked us to sit down so she could read us all a story, and I tried to surreptitiously transcribe.

She's very experimental with language lately, sometimes going into complete nonsense sentences, so I didn't try to transliterate the parts that were completely unintelligible.

Her story below:

And one day, there was a man who lived in a little house near the forest
he often rode on a dinosaur
[??]
he felt very little lonely, if he wasn't supposed to do it.
the most story handsome all, that's when the pony began to wonder.
all for spring and autumn and winter and spring and Saturday, and Saturday.
[??]
a little man lived in a cottage nearby.
He did not do that.
If he wasn't supposed to do that in the name, he had a wonderful time.
and the closed book fairs, there's a small to listen to the book first, for rescue.
She always stays.
A Saturday a night day a fore day a soft day, he said.
And he sang a little yellow song.
[??]
She hadn't gone very far, if she didn't know that there was.

The end!

happy easter!

Lucy totally rocked Easter this year. She dyed eggs (quickly, and with a preference for yellow). After three hunts in two days she really got the hang of it, hunting down brightly colored plastic, eagle-eyed and swift.

She also rocked at various times a tutu, new silver saltwater sandals, a Swiss skiing headband, rabbit ears, and a gigantic smile.

Still pregnant.

friday cute shot

t-0 days

Today is my official due date. (Do I say Figgy's official due date? Either way, one of us is now on the verge of being late for something.)

Since Lucy was urged out at 39 weeks, 2 days, every day since last Saturday I have been more pregnant than I ever had been before. The one good thing about being sick with a cold for three weeks during your last month of pregnancy is that you don't really have a chance to get tired of being pregnant, panicked as you are that the baby might decide to make an early appearance before your body has had the good sense to get better.

But now, having made it to 40 weeks, I feel pretty good. It's interesting to think that I might reach a point where I'm actively encouraging the little guy out; so far I haven't felt that ready for a baby ever in my life.

Yesterday was Lucy's last day of daycare. We said goodbye to her lovely Aunties and the house and yard where she's been spending three days a week for just under two years. On the whole, Shaggy and I were feeling a lot more sentimental than Lucy was--as soon as she saw us coming up the walk she said, "Let's go!" Instead, we cleaned out her cubby and distributed the paintings she had made for each auntie, designating as she went.

The aunties gave her a little photo book and a jar filled with bells and wrote sweet notes about missing her imagination and singing and sunbutter smiles.

I brought my camera with me, thinking I might take some farewell pictures, but we were out the door too quickly for that. So Shaggy captured us doing a little fairy dance instead.

heard on the street

D: Is 'Oditha' Oddie's real name?"
L: Yeah.
M: Is 'Ottolie' Oddie's real name?"
L: No.
D: What is Oddie's full name?
M: Is it 'Oditha Ottolie Broughton'?
L: Yeah! What is Oddie's last name?
M: I thought it was 'Broughton', like the rest of us. Is that her last name?
L: No.
M: Oh. What is her last name?
L: It's 'Chalky-Chigago'.
D: (Laughing.)
M: So Oddie's full name is 'Oditha Chalky-Chicago'?
L: Yeah!