Today, my Lucy Bear is three. There is so much I could tell you about Lucy, but I think the best way to celebrate her is with her own words. Here are some of my favorite Lucy quotes that I shared via Twitter or Facebook this past year.
If you ask Lucy, “How are you?” she’ll tell you, “I’m Lucy!”
Lucy calls peanut butter “weenut butter.” I don’t think there’s ever been anything cuter.
Me: “Lucy, it’d really help if you’d cooperate with me.” Lucy: “I not operate with you, Mama. NO WAY.”
Lucy just put on a necklace and said, “Look at me, Mommy! I’m so princessable!”
Lucy took my stapler. She’s named him “Bite” and is feeding him grapes.
Lucy just informed me that Phoebe’s booties aren’t “booties.” They’re bear shoes. “She not have butts on her feet, mom!”
Julia’s learned the “I see London, I see France” rhyme. Lucy’s condensed version: “I don’t know. Underpants! They sure stink!”
Me: “Lucy, come and get your pants on.” Lucy: (sits reading) Me: Lucy, come get your pants on NOW.” Lucy: “Patience, mom.”
Lucy just called the toilet seat the “potty sitter.”
Me: (to Lucy who is doing something she obviously shouldn’t do) “What are you doing?” Lucy: “Driving you crazy.”
Lucy (picking up the A&D ointment tube): “Here’s the ornament for my bum.”
While folding laundry with Lucy, she hands me a bra and says, “Here you go, Mom. One of your boob things.”
Me: “Lucy, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Lucy, after much thoughtful consideration: “A butterfly.”
Lucy, on her way out the door this morning: “Bye Grandpa! Don’t forget me!” Grandpa: “I won’t.” Lucy: “I won’t forget you, either!”
This morning, Lucy climbed in my bed and snuggled close, then recoiled and said, “Oooh, Mommy. Your leg whiskers got me.”
Lucy, to her eggs at breakfast this morning, “Are you calling me a liar?!?!”
Lucy says she has a pony named Dorito. She keeps pointing under her bed & shouting, “Look! See his nose poke out? No? Aw, you missed it.”
Lucy: “Don’t worry, Julia. We take you to the doctor and he fix you right up. It be okay. I’m behind you, Julia.”
Our fish tank is cloudy. Lucy said, “The monster fish farted in there. A LOT.”
Me: “What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?” Lucy: “Yellow cake!” Me: “What do you want on top?” Lucy: “A picture of YOU, Mommy!”
Julia: “Mommy, will you pleaaaase get us Lucky Charms for breakfast?” Lucy: “Yeah! I won’t just eat da charms. I eat da lucky part, too.”
Lucy: “There’s Robin with the Red Boob!” Me: “Robin Red Breast?” Lucy: “Yeah, that’s what I said, Mom.”
I am so glad that kid was born.