Lucy is 9.5 months old! Do you remember this teeny face?
Now she is standing up, almost ready to walk, cruising along furniture and eating whatever table food we give her.
David makes her laugh the most – sometimes more than I do! All he has to do is jump around, literally just jump and Lucy will gut laugh. I live for these moments! Lizzie is ever the doting big sister. She is always trying to pick her up, but Lucy is just too heavy and I swear every single time she ends up just pulling her down. One of these days she’ll get it – she won’t stop trying until she does.
All her hair is on the top and back of her head. I don’t think she has grown any length in the front since she was born! I am guessing she will have thick, dark hair like her daddy. Lizzie inherited my fine blonde locks (lucky her, right?)
I sit and pause, staring at her round cheeks and growing teeth (she has 4 with four more coming in). As I caress her dimples in her knees, knuckles and elbows I pray that she halts the growing up for just one night more.