Sat, Feb 12, 2011
A celestial vision
From a hand-written note rediscovered today, transcribed from a conversation last October during our trip to Wisconsin: more »
All Boyds, all the time.
From a hand-written note rediscovered today, transcribed from a conversation last October during our trip to Wisconsin: more »
Lucy, while the girls examined a turkey baster:
Rosie, don’t poke that in too far or your eyeball will slide down into your belly!
Lucy, during a peaceful double-stroller ride:
Rosie, you can be my little sister forever.
Lucy, at the breakfast table:
“Mama, that woman in your exercise video looks kind of strange.”
“Oh, you think so? Why do you say that?”
“Her belly is flat. When I grow up, I want to have a fluffy belly, just like yours.”
Lucy, at the supper table:
“Papa, can you do a handstand?”
“No, honey, I can’t.”
“Papa, probably you should take handstand lessons.”
Lucy, while checking out at Trader Joe’s today, out of the blue:
Mama, when I grow up, someday I want to be a mama just like you.
Lucy, greeting me upon returning home from work:
¡Hola, Papi!
Lucy:
Papa, will you stand on your head? I will hold your glasses for you. That will help.