Dear Lucy

You are asleep in the "minivan" and we are waiting for sissy to finish piano lessons. There are some things I want to remember about you at this age.

You just learned to say croutons last week. You used to call them toupons and then that changed to croupons. Then magically you started calling them croutons.

You love Caillou. You asked for that show all the time

You still suck your thumb (either one). And you have to have brown blankie or pink blankie wherever we go.

You want spaghetti and meatballs at every meal.

You love the water. You can almost swim. If it weren't for that whole needing to come up for air, you'd be set.