There are milestones in a child’s life. If you are not careful they slip right by and you don’t even notice them. Yesterday in the car Em was making Lucy giggle and she suddenly shrieked “Mom!!! Lucy has another tooth!!” I expected to see a little tooth showing, that almost imperceptible whiteness of a tooth that has barely popped through. But, nope. Up top, to the right of center we have our fifth tooth. It isn’t just kind of there. It’s a Tooth and I missed it. The kid grins from ear to ear all day I don’t know how I missed it.
This week Lucy started pointing. She doesn’t point at things she wants exactly. And she doesn’t point if you say “Lucy, where is your puppy dog?” or “Lucy, where is your mama?” She just points. She walks around and points. Remember Larry Dallas, the womanizing sleazebag that lived downstairs from Jack and Janet and Chrissy Snow? He would just point and grin. Lucy doesn’t wink, but she doesn’t have to. It’s fabulously ridiculous and I am glad I didn’t miss it.
This morning she was pointing and laughing. Technically she was pointing and laughing at me (which if you have ever spent ten minutes in my presence you know that is like the Life Jackpot for me.) Laugh at me, please. Nothing makes me laugh harder.
So. Lucy does this now.
And since she does that. It means that from time to time she does this, too.
And if you have ever lived with me or taken a long ride in the car with me or watched a movie with me or hung out with me when the air is dry than you know that I pretty much do that, too. This kid, Lucy, in her Boston Red Sox sweater looking just like her father… maybe she looks a little like her mama, after all. Just a little.
Excitement on the side 