Lucy's First Trip to the Zoo

Lucy's first trip to the zoo. 

Ta da!

My friend was kind enough to have a birthday party at the zoo a few weeks ago, so we went. 

 Lucy experienced her first ice cream cone:

 Duh, she loved it.

Who wouldn't love ice cream on a hot summer day (I feel sorry for the lactose intolerant, especially when it's 100 degrees out)?

Looking back over these photos, you'll notice there are no animals in any of them, and, let's be honest, that means they could have been taken from anywhere.  Guess you'll just have to trust me that we really did go to the zoo. 

For Dads Everywhere:

“Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat.  Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound.  Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together.  Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again.”

~ Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968

Memorial Day 2012

For Memorial Day, Mike made me go to the Cabin. 

Where it snowed:

We saw bison:

And this van that made Mike laugh:

(It's from the California University of Pennsylvania.) 

Lucy ate twizzlers:

 And saw a waterfall:

We watched a lot of movies (mostly horrible - even for my tastes (thanks, Justin)).  And played a rousing game of "Spoons" and "Jenga." 

Oh, and Lucy threw up.  (We should probably keep that little fact from Patty & Mike.  Oops.)

But she's fine now. 

Lucy's First Football Game

We took Lucy to the Utes Red & White Game this past weekend. She was really good and only got a little sunburned on her arms (despite my slathering of sunscreen).

This will be the only time Lucy will come to a football game until she's old enough to sit by herself and pay attention (this is mainly for selfish reasons, as I watched her the whole time and barely looked at the field).

Lucy loves to be outside.

1st Birthday Party

We took Lucy to see Allen (or Dr. Freestone) and learned the following things about her:
She weighs 20lbs (that's with all her clothes and shoes on). Which puts her in the 32% for weight.
She is 29 inches tall (again, that's with her shoes on). Which puts her in the 47% for height.
Tall no longer! Guess my short genes are starting to kick in.
(I could have killed the nurses that day - since it was her 12 month appointment, Lucy had to get some shots, 6 shots to be exact, and since I went alone last time, I made Mike stay in the room with her by himself (pretty mean of me, but I could still hear her screaming outside). Well, come to find out, they forgot to give her one shot, so they had to poke her again. She screamed and kept looking at me like I'd betrayed her. Stupid nurses.)

My mom threw Lucy an awesome 1st birthday party (complete with most of our family). She even made Lucy an adorable tutu for her to wear. She also printed out a bunch of picutures of Lucy and made a timeline of her life so far. It was adorable (is my mom the greatest, or what?)!

I "helped" make the cake for Lucy to tear apart (that's why it's the leaning tower of birthday cake). We tried to get her to dive into the cake, but she was more interested in the candies and the frosting. I had specified "no gifts," but nobody listened to me, so Lucy got spoiled rotten!

Grandma Kay made Lucy a beautiful red sweater and when the other grandkids saw it, I believe there was a discussion about how come the rest of them didn't get sweaters and it was obvious who the favorite grandchild was now (uh, duh).

She also got some toys, books and clothes. The girl is seriously spoiled.

Happy Birthday, Lucy!

It's hard to believe that at this time 1 year ago, Mike and I were sitting and waiting in the hospital (and waiting and waiting and waiting) for our little girl to be born. We didn't have a name picked out and we really had no idea what we were in store for.

Lucky for us, we received the best gift anyone could have given us - a perfect angel.

And a year later, she's still an angel.
(Mike took this picture this morning. Still in her pajamas, no bath yet, but she's still beautiful.)

Happy Birthday, Monkey!