My name is Lydia...

Lydia has abandoned her very cute, emphatic "Yesh!" for "yeah". ;(

It's still cute, don't get me wrong, but I smell a teenager in her.

She's imitating the TV. She came in to tell me, at 9am, that she's 'tired'. (tiyad, think George Thorogood, some mispronunciations.... I sort of encourage.. ;O ) Coincidently, Little Bear was on and they had a long skit on bedtime, so I knew there would be some theatrics involved.

I tucked her into my bed, smoothed everything out, kissed and smooched and we said goodnight to everything.

Then she pretend snored. (That she got from Gary though)

Of course, I came back 5 minutes later. There is a limit to this game. And it was "Good MORNING!!!"

I'm so glad Noggin doesn't have commercials. She's singing songs out of the blue now. Twinkle Twinkle being her favorite. I'd hate it if she were singing some tune from a commercial. Especially now that the Rubberband Man is no longer on.

Hm, I need to introduce her to some Motown. Nothing says cute like a 2 year old singing Motown.

I only had to cut out the HIGHWAY when cropping these images, so while they have that yummy look and feel of a true pumpkin patch, it's really not so romantic in person.

But the pic makes me squishy.

So does this one.



Lydia seems to think that looking at the camera will EAT HER SOUL, so I get a lot of side looks. She knows what artyfarty is.

I got Gary to take some pics, finally. (I think these are the first pictures he's taken this pregnancy)

--and of course I had to play with them in photoshop.

It's your call if it's work safe, I mean, it's my belly, and I'm holding my breasts.. and it's a side veiw and... etc.

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I adoreadoreadore these pictures. (: She kisses, pats (BEATS) her sister all the time. It's going to be a wild ride. I'm scared of what she'll think, and I feel soooooooooo guilty having another. I hope that passes.

Oh, forgot to add, belly and bra behind cut.. :o

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Lydia has a thing for.. things. In her crib there will be her blanket (sometimes two), her bear, (sometimes two) and a pillow.. that she never uses, but w/e. She HAS to have her special blanket or else. Luckily, there are two of these.

Whenever we go to get her out of her crib she absolutely MUST take everything with her. She scoops everything up in her arms, sometimes having to bend over 10-100 times to get them all, before I can scoop *her* up.

It's really rather precious.

It's like, I walk in, she's like YAY, and then when I go for her she's like "oh, wait a second, I gotta get this stuff..."

Anyway, she loves her bears. THRILLS ME TO NO END that she loves her bears because I bought her that one before she was born just so she's love it. I told Gary.. she NEEEEEEEEEDS a bear. Something lovey for her to squish. I don't think I ever got attached to anything like that, had something special.. so I'm so in love with the fact that she does.

Ok, enough with the blahblahblah, Pictures!

Teddy Bears are Serious Business


Hahaha! Is there anything better than Serious Lydia face? OH THE SQUEE!

Ok, but really, Teddy Bears aren't such Serious Business...

Sharing a joke.. probably about me! :O


And yeah, the image quality sucks, but babies don't really wait for you to get the lighting right..

Some bears need a bit of grooming..
Couldn't be that she was eating while while playing with him..


And then a bit of a hug..


Ok, more than just a bit of a hug..


Ok, how about a full on SQUISH?!


I am trying not to reach over and eat her while taking this pic..


However, this foot was fair game!


Oh, that was.. quite a few pictures, eh? Wish the livejournal servers were a bit faster.

OMG look at her icon, she's grown so much!!! *CRY*

So last weekend was a busy weekend for Miss Lydia.

We started out with Grampa visiting and then made our way to go see kellyasmith while she was in town.



OMGoodness, Lydia's face! XD

After that we went out to dinner with Grampa, the evening started out GREAT!

There was Good food..


A little flirting..


And then OMG BALLOON!
Pure JOY!


Nothing could take that joy away. It was bliss, it was paramount.

Unless, Miss Lydia decided mouth to balloon contact might be nice.. then the Evil Bad No Fun Poppy took the balloon away..

First there was the bottom lip thrust combined with pitiful puppy eyes just misting up, which I regret that I didn't get a shot of. It was the most amazing display I had ever seen.


Devastation folks, pure and untamed devastation..


Her father and I of course were laughing our fool heads off, which I imagine disturbed some people, as the cry was really academy award winning in both sight and sound. You'd have thought her puppy died. I actually have some of it on avi (I AM AN AWFUL PARENT) but I can't upload it anywhere. :(

BUT THEY DID NOT SEE HER LIP! HER LIP KEELED US! THE LOOK, OMG THE LOOOOOOOOOK!

So eventually she did calm down, went straight to her grampa who was sympathetic but didn't retreive the Balloon Of Joy.

Oh, the drama.

Jen!
So I says to Lydia, I says "You GOTTA put shoes and socks on to go out! I know it's Florida but it's still getting chilly out!"

She say:



Which reminds me of the Crying Indian. So Much.

Also, Stef? Lyd?

GODZEEEEEELABABY!



RAAAAAAAAR, RAaSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA shsahashshsahsshash AAAAAAAAR!

Crystal, that's extra lovin' thighs there!

And more sudo-walking/standing adventure!




(hahah, my modern house with it's modern toy box and it's modern comforter covered futon.. wee!)

She looks so different!
Circa 8 months

I added notes, things I was feeling and put them in italics. I just wanted the story to be in her journal. Feel free to skip! (:( Birth Story )