This is an old photo. It is of Lucy and me in Sedona. Both of us have aged quite a bit since it was taken and it is because of each other.
My mom says, "Lucy is going to be the President of the United States."
I say, "She has to learn how to sit down first." And, I'll add, come when her mama calls.
Today I did a test. I was collecting the kids at Smalland in IKEA. After shoeing them and then shooing them in the direction of the snack stand where we were going to indulge in some soft-serve cones, Lucy just wasn't following, nor was she heeding my pleading to "Come, please!" So I timed it:
Seven minutes. It took her seven minutes (I usually intervene with some sort of arm-grab/whole-body pick-up before even 3 minutes have passed). Seven minutes is a long time, folks. And our destination was ice cream! Imagine how long I would have stood there had our plan been "home to bed". To add insult to injury, when she finally came, it wasn't on her own initiative, but the nice IKEA lady warned her that "honey, your Mommy is leaving you!"
I know there is something about her little two-year-old brain that precludes her from making proper connections. Something about synaptic spasms or misfiring neurons. I don't know. I may be making all of this up. But, I have two more of these spastic phases to trudge through--one of them isn't even born yet.
Now, I must add, as everyone knows, and everyone does:
I love Lucy.