The Cuteness of the Lucy
Dec. 23rd, 2006 07:19 pmMy niece is adorable, though the older she gets, the more able she is to annoy me. Never mind that, though. Some funny stories from the past four hours:
When I first got here, she was playing a REALLY annoying kids' CD (not Robbie's - his is not annoying) on the CD player, and she kept cranking up the volume, so I put in my headphones and turned on my iPod. I suppose at some point after this, my mother asked me to keep an eye on her while she went to do something else. I never heard this request, though, and by the time I looked up, Lucy was already well into her Christmas gifts. Oh well. I don't think she realized they were her gifts, and I don't think my mom knows that she saw them, so we'll still do the whole unwrapping thing on Monday.
A little while ago, she had to poop. I'm in one corner of the house, and the bathroom she chose is at the other corner and on a different story (and this is a huge house), yet I could still hear her "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhh" and "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" and "aaaaaaaaaaaah." The kid loves to poop.
Then shortly after dinner, she decreed that we must all do the Hokey Pokey (though in this house it is spelled "Hokie Pokey"). My dad has already made a hokie out of that girl, and the scene in our kitchen after dinner was a hoot. My mom, dad, brother, and I were singing and dancing the Hokie Pokey while Lucy conducted and cheered us on. Then when we finished the song, she wanted to keep going, so she piped up, "You put the KITCHEN in! You put the KITCHEN out!" and so on. She's been walking around the house all evening singing about shaking the KITCHEN all about.
Also, her underpants keep coming off. She runs, they slide down, she trips. Lather, rinse, repeat. It's cute.
I love this kid.

Yeah, this one.
Peace.
When I first got here, she was playing a REALLY annoying kids' CD (not Robbie's - his is not annoying) on the CD player, and she kept cranking up the volume, so I put in my headphones and turned on my iPod. I suppose at some point after this, my mother asked me to keep an eye on her while she went to do something else. I never heard this request, though, and by the time I looked up, Lucy was already well into her Christmas gifts. Oh well. I don't think she realized they were her gifts, and I don't think my mom knows that she saw them, so we'll still do the whole unwrapping thing on Monday.
A little while ago, she had to poop. I'm in one corner of the house, and the bathroom she chose is at the other corner and on a different story (and this is a huge house), yet I could still hear her "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhh" and "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" and "aaaaaaaaaaaah." The kid loves to poop.
Then shortly after dinner, she decreed that we must all do the Hokey Pokey (though in this house it is spelled "Hokie Pokey"). My dad has already made a hokie out of that girl, and the scene in our kitchen after dinner was a hoot. My mom, dad, brother, and I were singing and dancing the Hokie Pokey while Lucy conducted and cheered us on. Then when we finished the song, she wanted to keep going, so she piped up, "You put the KITCHEN in! You put the KITCHEN out!" and so on. She's been walking around the house all evening singing about shaking the KITCHEN all about.
Also, her underpants keep coming off. She runs, they slide down, she trips. Lather, rinse, repeat. It's cute.
I love this kid.

Yeah, this one.
Peace.
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