Today, little Junester, you're two. When we ask you though, you lie and insist you're 1. Or three. Not sure about that one. We call you Luuuucy, Lucy June, LJ, Lucy Junior (thanks Quinn!) and Lulu. You call yourself "Woocee." As in "Are you cute?" and you reply "No, I Woocee!" You are so adorable, so fun, so sweet wild and silly. We love you so much. Your big sister and brother fight over you. You play with your Nicholas all day while Katelyn is at school-anything he does you do too. And when your "kiki" gets off the bus you celebrate! You say all kinds of funny things-most notably "Cookies! I love it!" Your obsession with Dora is almost as heated as your sister's was when she was 2. On Monday you wore 4 pairs of Dora undies over your diaper all day. When you are on the swings you cheer "Yay Woocee! I flying!" Oh Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. We couldn't love you more.
This morning, in order to properly celebrate, we went out and got you a balloon. You were so excited! The party store even had your favorite character: Olaf from Frozen. Hooray! I felt so pleased buying small piece of joy for you. Alas, somewhere between the party store and our home (a five minute drive, mind you) Olaf began to terrify you. It started with "No! No! No" and by the time we got home you was hysterical and couldn't bear to be in the same room as the balloon. Please forgive me.
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Finally! A little bit of Lola!
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