And really we can blame it all on Lucy. Now she's toddling around and isn't satisfied just to hang out anymore. She wants to DO things, and SEE things and not to sleep to much.
Anyway, she does like to help me work. Well, like might be a strong word. She is required to help me work, and from time to time she tolerates it.
Here she is "helping me" try to have a small meeting at the St Francis office. She figured out how to use the adding machine and added many many receipts worth of numbers up until she decided it was way boring and just wanted to leave.
She loves to draw way more than the boys ever did. In fact both boys hated it when they were little. Lucy loves pens so much. She wants to hold every pen I'm holding and always tries to draw. Yesterday she was drawing on my work while she was in my lap (see below), and she also drew all over her arms, my arms, her chin and my face. She kept sneak attacking me with the pen and getting me on the face, and then when I told her "Not the face! Not the face!" her lower lip would stick out and she would cry like her heart was broken.
This is not the same day, but it could be. Now she's sick of the lap and just wants to get DOWN.
What a helper, huh? No wonder I have so much time left over to blog!
2 comments:
Yes. You guys used to help me too - so much help. I used to BEG you not to feel obligated. But it never worked.
Terrific drawing
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