Happy Birthday, Lucy!

The difficulty with photographing Lucy these days is that she smiles and says "Cheese" *after* you take the photo.




Once again, the theory is proven that cake is best consumed as a full-body experience.  The greater the Lucy-to-cake contact area, the better the taste.




Lucy shows off her new, as-yet-to-be-named baby.  I'm pushing for something cute and old-fashioned, like Bathseba or Jezebel, though I'm pretty sure I'll be overruled on that one.  Either way, Lucy is already quite attached to her.

p.s. - For the historical record, I would like to enter some current Lucyisms:

ha HA!  (with the emphasis on the second ha.  It sounded very sweet until I realized she would say it when Ella got in trouble)

Makin' coffee, Daddy, makin' coffeeeeee!  (Generally said with much gusto.  Lucy loves helping me make coffee.  This is generally followed by her begging to smell my coffee.  She'll hyperventilate through her nose for about five seconds, and then say "aaaaahhhhhhh".)

The dropped initial S: 'pider, 'tar, 'nail, 'nake, 'tratosphere.

Awwww, she likes you!: This is said while she is pretending to be a puppy, generally after she has just licked you.  Licked.  For real.  Not pretend-licked.  On the face.  We're working on this.