17 Months

Her face is changing shape.  She is starting to look different to me. Pete says it might be because she finally has four teeth on top, and two on the bottom, and the teeth are changing the shape of her jaw, instead of just looking like a gummy, toothless old man!  That may be true.  Sometimes I catch glimpses of myself in her face, though it’s usually her expression.  Her hair is getting curly again now that the weather is getting warmer and more humid.  It curls up beautifully right out of the shower.  Lots of tangles and struggling to comb it too!  She also loves her realistic baby doll, who is almost as big as she is!  The doll is heavy and Lucy struggles to carry her all over the house and bring her into bed with her.  She feeds the baby, pats its back, rocks it in her arms and puts it in the cradle.  Lucy is a born nurturer!  She will be an excellent big sister some day.

Incidentally, I had originally bought this baby doll at a thrift store when I was 8 months pregnant and looking to create my grotesque Halloween costume.  I needed to cut off its head and arms, to glue them to my belly.  This particular doll was very lifelike with wrinkly skin and squinty eyes.  It was also about the same size that I imagined my unborn baby to be, and I just couldn’t bring myself to cut its head off!  I had to go back to the store and get a doll that looked like a doll, not a baby.  I kept the realistic baby, and Lucy has adopted her as her own little friend.

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Wassup?

Just chillin’ with my musical theater.  Reclining in a suitcase, ya know.  Mouth breathin’, inadvertent Jazz Hands. Mesmerized by the Wizard of Oz.  Flying monkeys, NBD.  And Hello, Dolly! and Young Frankenstein and The Wiz.  “Who’s the Wiz?  I’m the Wiz!”  Like any normal toddler is prone to do.  PRONE.  Get it?  Somebody bring me some Sound of Music and Funny Face, KTHX.

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Hysterical Accuracy

As promised, I’m going to keep posting every photo of myself and my Boo, as they happen.  Because there are so few.  I need to create a little collection here.  After all, it is I who spends 24 hours a day with her.  She is a little extension of me.  I want that to be apparent as our history is recorded, because that is our reality.  Lucy and I, sharing every experience, our symbiotic relationship, mother and daughter.  This is it.  Hearts and smooches, all day, every day.

On the pier at Daba’s house.

On the roof of our building.

At Stockholm Inn Swedish restaurant in Rockford.

Celebrating Grampy’s and my birthdays in Rockford.A day at home when I was sick.

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First Photo

Lucy takes her first photo.  Looking through the viewfinder and pushing the button.  Keeping it old school and starting with the basics:  SLR camera with black and white film.  In other words, I don’t yet know what her first photos look like.  Because I have a stack of film rolls that need to go to Helix and developed and scanned!  The anticipation is… kind of killing me, but genuinely very nice.  Nice to have to wait for something and to know that a surprise awaits!  Like opening a present, opening that envelope of prints.  Those simple pleasures that don’t exist anymore.  I’m bringing it back.  We are going to be a film family, even if we have to do it right along side the digital. And so it begins!

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