Hello, My Name Is

Lucy got this monogrammed shirt as a gift from Andy's boss and at first I thought it was a bit nerdy, but now I kind of love it. She's following in the footsteps of many a sophisticated lady. Next stop: Initial pins and personalized stationery.

Lucy turned seven months old last week and she:

• Cut her first tooth.
• Rolled over with no one present to witness the milestone. I just put her on her front and when I came back she was flipped over, but she has yet to repeat the feat.
• Loves to jump in her Exersaucer. It's adorable when she drives the little wheel and presses her forehead down on the tray to look into the little mirror.
• Wants to be up with the big people and see everything. She's not content just to lie on the ground for long stretches anymore.
• Is a more finicky sleeper. She snoozes like a champ at night, but gone are the days when she'd conk out anywhere in her car carrier. Now it needs to be in her bed or somewhere with no distractions. This makes things tricky when we're out and about or at church during naptime, but she's still pretty cheerful even if she's short on sleep.
• Loves to squeal and sing and coo.
• Is a flirt. She makes noises so people will notice her and then bats her eyelashes, flutters those baby blues and flashes her biggest grin.
• Can't sit up by herself yet, but we're working on it. Okay, not really since I want her to be immobile as long as possible and postpone the inevitable babyproofing and chasing around.