Lucy

Lucy is the middle in our clan.  She is our sweetheart...but with a naughty streak.  Lucy enjoys pointing at us and saying "no, no, no" just like no to the monkeys who jump on the bed.  She is the mighty might, barely surpassing Pete in size, but making up for her stature in personality.  She is the comedian, and never ceases to entertain us.  She is quick, fast out of the blocks whenever we give her the "ready, set, go."  She does everything her big sister does, but loves to play with Pete too, probably because they are almost the same size. :)  She likes to put her head up against his when he's in the jumpy seat, and they just giggle and smile.

Lucy LOVES apples, and has eaten almost all of them off of Grandma Joan's tree.  Everyday when we pick up Pete she asks, "Apple?"  Needless to say, the apple orchards were a veritable heaven for her.

As with Ella, Lucy was 2 1/2 weeks early, Friday night, labor starting after midnight.  Lucy was the more difficult pregnancy--I threw up for 5 months, to the day, but she was worth every minute.  She was so tiny, delicate, and perfect when she came out.  She's a spitfire, with a contagious laugh, and the "apple" of our eye.