2011: Luciya

For vivacious Luciya (who is an AWESOME four-year-old; suck it 2.5 - 3.5), 2011 can best be summed up in her own words. And I quote (from notes I've taken on my phone throughout the year):

"My foot always asks me, 'Luciya, do you want to go on a sailboat?' and I always say, No."

"Mama, sometimes moons blink."

"I know the truth about everything. I know about planets. Planets are good for eagles to sit on."

"Uzana [her doll] doesn't care for California because she might poop on someone's head. Uzana has lots of chicken songs."

{On her birthday}: "You know what I wished for. I wished for all the people to come over to our house and make it bigger and take all the earth home and the rainbows."

"I'm gonna tell Mirabel a joke. Mirabel, why did all of your tooths shrink and you swallowed them?"
Mirabel: "aaaahhhhgge."

"Wouldn't that be funny if Mirabel swallowed a zebra and her tummy got all big and fat and she diarrhead the zebra out and then the toilet sneezed!"

"Mirabel, once upon a time there was a little girl named Lucy May and she laughed so hard, she made the whole world shake, the end."

"I wish there was a fish that turned into a flower what I could take to a fancy dinner party."

"I wasn't asking for it. I was just wondering if I could get it."

"I want to be a pony acrobat girl when I grow up."

"Next year for Halloween I want to be Toot Barbie."

"Good thing you weren't outside, and sitting on that cat, and eating its fur."

"Do gooses have boogers?"

{A poet and she doesn't even know it!} "My name is Create, and we dance around. When we laugh, we fall to the ground."

{After singing one of her endless made-up songs}: "Mama, do you know what that song is called? It's called The Hopefulness of Joy."

"Do you know I have 100 million talents?"

"I like being a person who is able to talk. If I couldn't talk, then I wouldn't be able to say that I love you. And if I was a cow, then I couldn't say Moo!"

"I'm just gonna say one thing. I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Sister. I love myself."

Wistfully... "I like being four."



I like it, too.

I love you, Luciya!

Love,
Mama