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Little Ballerina

Lucy has never been a ballet kind of girl. She’s super active, and gymnastics has been more her cup of tea for an extracurricular activity.

But, in May, we went to her cousin’s ballet recital, and Lucy was enamored. I think she really liked the modern dance routines more, but she has wanted to go on stage and perform ever since. So, last month she did a week-long ballet camp at the studio where her BFF from Sabbath School takes class. And, she LOVED it!



They went for an hour each day, and on Friday, they did a little “recital” in the studio for all the parents and grandparents.


They even tried to do the splits! I have to say, Lucy did WAY better than I could ever do!


Lucy seriously had the time of her life, and she even said that she enjoyed dance class more than gymnastics! So, we signed her up for the fall class, in which she’ll do ballet and tap. I’m excited, and Lucy cannot WAIT until her recital!


And, yes, I know her ballet slippers aren’t really ballet shoes. I found them at Target and thought they’d be similar to ballet shoes. Boy, was I wrong. She looked like she was wearing an old lady’s house slippers! Luckily, she’s 3 and adorable and can get away with anything.

Lucy’s First Haircut

We recently got Lucy’s hair cut. For the first time. At age 3. That’s how slowly my kid’s hair grows. I mean, really, up until this year, she hardly had any. And, if it wasn’t for the straight strands underneath all her beautiful curls making the back look like a mullet, we probably would have waited even longer.

We don’t have any children’s hair cut places in town, so our options were either Great Clips or a salon. We opted for a salon and, boy am I glad we did. The stylist was SO good with Lucy and the hair cut REALLY enhances her curls. It seems MUCH more curly now, which I love. So happy.

And Lucy? She did awesome. She didn’t cry. She didn’t fuss. She sat, intently staring in the mirror as the stylist worked.

When the stylist was done, she sprinkled fairy dust on Lucy’s hair. And that was when she won all of us over. Best children’s stylist ever.

Before we left, Lucy insisted on sitting under the dryer like the other women.

And, we had to get a picture of her in front of the salon, since we hadn’t gotten one when we arrived.

Her hair doesn’t look too much different, but it is a little shorter and a *little* less shaggy. Honestly, I didn’t want it cut “short” because I want it to grow a bit. We needed it cleaned up a little, but with all those curls, it’s always all over the place! I wonder how long it will be before her next haircut!




Lucy’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday

My sweet girl turned 3 on Wednesday (seriously, WHERE does the time go??), and we had an awesome day planned. After she played for a while in the Power Wheel we got her, we were going to grab donuts for breakfast (our tradition), and head up to Dalton to watch trains and let her take pictures with her new camera.

After Lucy went to bed on Tuesday night, we set to work wrapping presents and putting her car together. I set up a pretty nice display with which to surprise her the next morning and headed to bed.

Around midnight, Joe woke me screaming that Lucy was having trouble breathing. He gave her to me and called 911. Apparently, she had been pointing at her mouth and nodded when Joe asked if she had swallowed something though, of course, we had no idea what it might have been. We were scared to death. I seriously have never been that scared in my entire life.

Lucy calmed down a bit when she saw her gifts, so we rushed her to the car and sped to the hospital. When we got there, they didn’t seem to think there was anything seriously wrong with her (um, HELLO, my daughter said she swallowed something and was still having some trouble breathing), and we ended up waiting for more than an hour in the waiting room. Once we were taken back, we waited another 30 minutes or so for her nurse to come in. Joe had to actually go out twice to ask if our daughter was going to be seen.

When the nurse walked in, she saw Lucy walking around and said, “Oh, she’s fine.” Let me tell you, this momma was LIVID. She listened to Lucy’s heart and lungs, and then left. I was pretty P.O.’d by then and told Joe in no uncertain terms that we were never going to our local hospital again. We’ve never had a good experience there, and this just sealed the deal.

So, we waited. And, we waited. And, we waited. I went out and asked WHEN the doctor was going to come in and was told that Lucy was on the list to be seen. Obviously. However, a time frame would be awesome.

We waited another 20 minutes, and when Joe went back out to the desk, he was told it would be another 30-60 minutes before Lucy would be seen. So, we decided to leave and go to one of the hospitals in Rome.

Once we arrived, the girl at the front desk took one look at Lucy and called back, telling them there was a croupy child they needed to come get. Now, I know there wasn’t anyone else waiting, but I was impressed with their staff from the get-go.

When we got to our room, we had three nurses taking care of Lucy, and the doctor came in about 10 minutes later. She had an xray taken (and, apparently, Lucy had to be strapped to a chair with her arms held up because she wouldn’t stand still — definitely nothing that would hurt her but she was pretty traumatized by it) and diagnosed Lucy with croup. She gave her a steroid shot (traumatizing event No. 2) and a prescription for an antibiotic, and sent us on our way.

We got home around 6 a.m. and, after we let Lucy sit in her car and open her presents, we crashed for a few hours.

When we woke up, we tried to salvage Lucy’s day and took her to breakfast at Waffle House (her request). Afterward, we ran a few errands (and picked up a new toy for her) and then came home to nap. Then, we took her to Chili’s for dinner where the staff sang to her and gave her a brownie sundae. She was thrilled!

So, I think we made up for how her birthday began. We ended up having a really nice day celebrating our little girl.

Long Time, No Post

Boy, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted here. I’ve been guest editing for Patch, and I have been SLAMMED. Every time I think I’ll be able to take a week off to recharge, they put me on another assignment. But, that’s OK.

Lucy finished her summer gymnastics class, and I missed her last session because we didn’t realize the class was ending and I had a meeting to cover. I was really bummed, especially because she got her first RIBBON! She is SO proud of it, and she put it up on the fridge herself.

We’ve talked about hanging in her room, and that brought back memories of when I was in school and won trophies and awards. I was so proud and displayed them in my room. Now, I’m getting to relive that through Lucy. I know the awards will just keep on coming!

A Letter to my Daughter on her 2nd Birthday

Dear Lucy,
Today you turned 2 and, as excited as I’ve been for your birthday (or, should I say, your birthday party), it also makes me kind of sad to see you turn another year older. You’re no longer a baby. You’re a toddler. You’re my little girl.

You definitely have your attitude, which you have developed since your first birthday, but for the most part, we find it cute. You’ve recently started giving us your little “Whatcha talkin’ about?” look. You come close to rolling your eyes, but you’re not quite there yet. It’s ridiculously adorable.

You are talking up a storm. A good bit of it is still jibberish, but you are saying more and more words. When you wake up in the morning, you ask for whichever parent doesn’t get you up, and then, on the way to the kitchen to get your morning bup (cup), you say hi to all the cats. “Hi, Dizzy! Hi, Ah (AJ)! Hi, Dada (Callie).” You also have to say hi to your Care Bears — “Ah duh” (the purple bear) and “Meen” (the green bear). You take your two Care Bears, your Tigger and your Tigger pillow EVERYWHERE you go. We call them your entourage.

Eating is still a struggle at times. Sometimes you’ll pig out, and other times you’ll hardly eat anything. You can, however, eat your weight in carrots. It’s your favorite food, which cracks me up because what kid likes vegetables??

Bath time is still your favorite thing. The other night, you were in the tub for about 40 minutes. You would sit in there all day and play with your toys if we let you.

Another favorite of yours? ELMO! So, it was fitting that we used that as the theme for your birthday party. And, Elmo even made a guest appearance! You were in awe, and you were so sad when he left. Mommy’s eyes teared up a little watching you run up to him and give him a big hug. I love making you so happy.










Although every new stage is more fun than the last, I do wish time would stop just for a bit so I can enjoy them just a little bit longer. Time is just flying by way too quickly.

I love you so much my little sugar monkey!