Our intention was to drag our Christmas tree into the street with us for this year’s holiday card photo, but the nap time window was closing and we sacrificed creativity for a Lucille smile. Totally worth it. :)
Lucille is blissfully ignorant of American ideals, culturally imposed expectations, and personal successes and losses. I can honestly say she’s never once asked me about my GPA, my degrees, or my considerable income. ;) But more than any other (almost) two-year-old I’ve ever spent time with, she pays attention, and she sees people- in the purest and most simplified way that is actually quite beautiful. I sometimes think she’s intuitively aware of goodness and generosity of spirit.
So of course she loves her Papa- sensing these very things (along with all his warmth, compassion, playfulness, and tenderness). I’m pretty sure she’s also learning there are few men in this world quite like him. And she most assuredly identifies it in my own response to my dad, who is one of the greatest men I’ve ever know and probably ever will.
Most mornings I peak into Lucille’s room, find her chatting with Paloma and Teddy, and scoop her up out of her crib for the usual diaper change and clothes assembly. But some mornings… we skip the clothes assembly, stay in PJ’s, and crawl into the biggest bed in the apartment for the usual playing, snuggling, and book reading for the morning. That is until our stomach’s get the better of us. ;)
So there’s no doubt about it, she loves her cousin Finley. And someday I’m going to love showing both of them just how much, since by the time they’re teenagers we’ll have a wealth of evidence (see here).
The hours of Nate’s job changed quite a bit while Lucille and I were back in Indiana. I wouldn’t say working through the night is his most favorite thing (or mine) but he certainly makes the most of it and has been sorting out how to get sleep and hang with Luce and me some during the mornings or afternoons. I was under the weather last week, though (which complicated things) so when Sunday rolled around and he was feeling rested and I had stopped coughing, he woke me up with a, “hey, let’s go to the beach for a few hours.”
Of course let’s do that!
Lucille needed a little more practice with the ocean anyway. :)
We camp during fair week and it was like her world exploded with outdoor possibility. Between the open spaces, the family dogs and 4-H animals, her cousins, extended family members, and a golf cart, she was bursting to get out of the camper and start each day. So much so, and this is where her and I differ on something very fundamental, she was much too busy to care about meal times. :)