I'm an emergency!

At the airport on the way here Lucy went barreling toward an emergency exit door that lead straight onto the tarmac.  When I scolded her and told her that we can't go out that door because it's for emergencies only, she thought about it and then looked at me and said, "I'm an emergency!"

Toddler Dance Party

Nothing brings me more joy than seeing this girl smile and dance.  This photo was taken at a wedding we went to in Minnesota this weekend.

Minnesota Habitats

We're in Minnesota! Lucy was a trooper on the flight, which didn't land until a good 4 hours past her bedtime. As we were landing she said, "Oh! Look at the city! I wonder how many french fries are down there?"

Mom bought a little tricycle for Lucy to ride while we're visiting. Today, while walking back from the park, she said, "We need to take the tricycle back to it's habitat where it can live."
Me: "Oh really? What's the tricycle's habitat?"
Lucy: "The garage!"

Two-year-old honesty

Lucy: "Mommy, what's this?"
Me: "That's my tummy." (She pokes at it for a while)
Lucy: "Why is it squishy?"
 

Later in the day ...

Lucy: "Mommy is so gorgeous!"

Me: "Oh thank you sweetie!  That makes me smile!"

Lucy: "No, I mommy.  Look at my earrings." (She is wearing my jewelry and pretending to be me.)

Nothing like a two-year-old to boost your self esteem.

Veggie Lover

       

Statements announced while we were preparing dinner last night.

"Look mommy, I'm tomato girl!"  "This pepper is a hat!"

Cat Eggs

Lucy took her blanket today and swirled it in a circle on the ground. Lena (our cat) found this to be a perfect place to curl up. I later came back into the room to find Lucy sitting on Lena.
Me: "What are you doing? Don't sit on Lena!"
Lucy: "But this is my nest, and she is my cat egg!"

Batman!

Me: "Lucy, you have two choices, eat your dinner or take a bath. What's your choice?"
Lucy: "BATMAN!"
Me: "That's not a choice."

Easter Photos

Clifford

My parents drove down from Minnesota this weekend with my dad's brand-new, red, Ford F-150 truck. This thing is huge. It's got a double cab and can probably haul a small village. When they arrived my dad said to Lucy, "want to go out side and see grandpa's new truck?" "Yeah! Yes!" she said, her standard response.

When she got outside she gasped and said, "Look! It's Clifford the big red truck!"

Jesus is a ghost

As a family we went to a Stations of the Cross mass tonight in honor of Good Friday. It was run by the Catholic Worker house and each "station" was along the downtown mall and linked Christ's via dolorosa to various symbols of oppression in Charlottesville. It was a very cool experience.

The first few stations went well. Lucy was engaged and liked the songs. (Although, at one point she danced from station to station, apparently under the assumption that this was a parade.) She prayed with us and said Amen.

At the seventh station, Lucy saw the cross that a girl was carrying and asked all sorts of question about it - What is the cross made out of? What color is it? Can I hold it? This of course was during a very serious reflection on the sins and oppression of violence and war.

At the next station, Lucy saw the cross and said, "Jesus died on the cross!" I smiled at her and looked around, secretly hoping other people heard that. "That's right!" I said. Feeling smug and self-righteous, I thought about what a great job we're doing parenting. What a precocious two-year-old, that my kid knows about Jesus, grace, and redemption. She's most certainly on her way to sainthood.

But then, she pulled a Lucy.

Smiling, she looked back at me and said, "Boo! He's a ghost!" and cracked up laughing. She then proceeded to run in crazy circles screaming, "Boo! Jesus is a ghost!"

I totally didn't see that one coming.

Pigs don't fly

Lucy is currently making a list of all the things she's never seen a pig do - "I've never seen a pig with a backpack. I've never seen a pig on a bike. I've never seen a pig wearing socks ... "

It's particularly remarkable because I don't think Lucy's ever actually seen a pig. Period.

Angel Nipples

Lucy is too young to be in the preschool Sunday School, but occasionally they include her in their activities. Today they made angels out of paper and tissues that said "He is risen."

Lucy handed her angel to Caleb and said, "I want my angel to have nipples."

Not sure if he heard her right he said, "What?"

But sure enough, she wanted Caleb to draw nipples on the angel. Caleb obliged.

P.S. Caleb and I spent Lucy's naptime making this cool graphic to go with today's post.