Heard on Tenth St. Feb. 2009

It has been noted that Lucy talks... a WHOLE LOT. While not every bit of info is worth an entire blog entry of its own, some definitely deserve mentioning. Really folks, we have no idea where she comes up with most of this stuff. She's smart, she absorbs everything, she has a very active imagination and she thinks she is funny. With that being said, here are a few things heard on Tenth St recently:

• "I have a new song to sing to you guys. It's called 'Bag of Germs'". This is where Lucy began singing a song about catching coughs and Harper being stinky.
• "I hope Daddy comes back home." This is said often and pretty much daily. Lucy is obsessed with us all being under the same roof at all times. She pretty much acts as though Ian leaves for months at a time, without warning, and we aren't sure when he will return, never mind the fact that he arrives in our home by 6:15pm each and every night. (Imagine what sort of nonsense his upcoming travel will elicit from that mouth!)
• "Daddy, this is where I lived when I was pregnant." This was said while Ian took Lucy to the bathroom in a restaurant one night. Yes, she claims that she lived in a men's bathroom, in a restaurant, when she was pregnant.
• "This is what construction workers wear." While wearing a construction hat, fairy wings and a princess wand, on her scooter.
• "We can get a new house, but then we have to move back to Belle View when Harper moves out." Uhhh, maybe she knows something we don't?
• "I want to play soccer on a team. And Daddy can play, too." When I interject that it is only for kids she adds, "well, they don't know my Daddy can play soccer."
• "Those boys were really bad." This is said all the time, and usually she is right. It does seem that we often run into naughty little boys that Lucy finds amusing and shocking all at once.
• Her mealtime prayers have taken on a new vibe. She used to just say "Dear God, thank you for this food, Amen." It was said under the breathe, in 1 second flat. Now her prayers are at least a minute or two long, are free form and you never know what she is going to say. Our favorite prayers are when she starts to say one, stops and then starts all over, as though the first prayer was not living up to her expectations. She always says "Dear God, thank you for the animals, baby Jesus, the angels and God." Sometimes she adds other people, and she almost always repeats God. In other words, she is thankful to God, for God, many times over. We are just thankful that she is, indeed, thankful.