I got to the party about thirty minutes late. (Tardy for the party?) Luckily, that meant that all the spread was laid out and I got unbelievably delicious food while I watched baby Lucy explore the goods.
Wow. Apparently there are many people who love to spoil Lucy. My gift you can't see, because it was more for her folks than for her. Next year I intend to teach her what spoiled really means. (Don't tell her folks.)
She's getting quite good at walking, which means that in the next six months, she will no longer be delicious in a crock pot:
Instead, she knows that her nickname is LAMB - which is her initials...I'm sure she won't give her folks crap for that at fourteen...
Instead, she found another small child, who clearly needed exploring:
Maybe one or two adults told her that poking an infant was a bit rude. Lucy (sorta) listened and then we got to the good part:
Mom and Dad are going to show me the glory of presents? Now? Really? Dad, let's open...and Mom, I promise to enjoy every moment of this...
It's more than a girl can take. It's amazing, but I'm small...
So now I'll nap. And I will explore everything. Soon.
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