…just puppets. Read more in my post at OC Family.

Plenty of sugar, and wishes too.

Presents

Prancing

Pink hats and Grandpas

PUG

Precious little sister

It’s been said that becoming a mother is like wearing your heart outside your body. Man, is that true. And my heart is turning two. My little Lucy, it’s amazing how much you have changed me. I tried to think of something profound to write. But the perfect words already exist. It’s my all-time favorite by e.e. cummings. And today, on your second birthday, I dedicate it to you:

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,  my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~ e.e. cummings

P.S.
I know, I know. The punctuation, capitalization and formatting are weird. It’s supposed to be that way. And it makes it awesome.

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Send a “virtual” valentine to the patients CHOC Children’s.  If you click on the link, you can find out how it works. You can also see my girls at their finest.

Lucy was less than thrilled and kept crumpling up the heart. Ethel was crying.  So it looks like Mr Monkeypants did the best of the bunch. We posted him anyway:)

Check it out. And while you are there, you can admire the new CHOC website. Doesn’t it look fab? Just sayin’.

http://www.choc.org/bemine/index.cfm

As I was dropping the girls off at the sitter on Friday, I looked into the back seat of the mom-mobile and saw this:

Holy freaking moly. My little Lucy isn’t a baby anymore. She’s more kid than baby. Look how long her legs are!

In my mind, Lucy has always seemed more baby-like since her hair really didn’t start coming in until a few months ago. It’s like I blinked and all of the sudden she is huge. 

When she was a colicky newborn, screaming around the clock, people would always offer unsolicited anecdotal advice. Trust me, it flies by, they’d say. You will miss these times, they’d say. I swear it was enough to get someone punched in the throat. It was really hard at that point in my life to see a light at the end of the tunnel and feel confident that it wasn’t a train headed straight for me.

But maybe all of those really annoying folks are right. Clearly, infancy is fleeting.