I so wanted to title this post "Getting My Ice On" after my "Getting My Bake On" post from yesterday. However, I refrained...you try to say "Getting My Ice On" out loud and see if it doesn't sound like something else. I think I have inhaled waaaaay to much flour in the last couple of days.
Lucy was so well behaved yesterday. She really is very good at entertaining herself. She camped out with me in the kitchen a lot of the day, which is just fine. And our house is not big...so wherever she is in the house, she is only a few steps away...and I can ALWAYS hear her. I guess the most alarming thing from yesterday was when she came into the kitchen and said, "Mommy, were we the first peoples to live in this house?" I said, "Yes, why?" To which she replied, "Mmmmmm...just wondering." I had this eery feeling that she was seeing and talking to people maybe we had never seen (Lucy has a way with this, it seems)...but I didn't let myself get too spooked by it.
Well, today, as icing day # 1 began, things got really quiet. And with Lucy, that is not a good thing. She is ALWAYS talking to herself. ALWAYS. When she is not talking to herself, something's up. I walked into the playroom, and this is what I saw...

Speaking of ghosts...who remembers the little boy behind the curtain in "3 Men and a Baby?" Creepy. I have got to quit talking about this nonsense, or I am fixing to get the willies. I have already woken Jason up once tonight because I seriously thought there was a scorpion in my kitchen. A scorpion in my kitchen...really??!! He won't be happy if I wake him up again because I am afraid of the booger man.

Of course, I grabbed my camera..THEN I told her that her Daddy was going to be really, really angry if she tore the curtains off the wall. So that ended that (I mean, how scary...a mad Jason...whoooo...ha!...if you know Jason at all, you know he doesn't get mad much at all).

Now one thing about Lucy...as long as she can change her clothes about every 5 minutes, she is a happy girl. So on a day like today, I have no problem letting her dress and redress and reredress, etc. I can do laundry later =)

Outfit # 14. Tinkerbell. Complete with polka dot boots, a red purse (smocked by my Mamaw years and years ago) to hold the pixie dust (which she sadly learned doesn't work really well), pigtails, and the cutest little wedgie you ever did see underneath that tutu (although I did not snap a picture of that).

Outfit # 49...a pink pajama top (no pants of course) and Daddy's hunter's orange cap. It was in this outfit that she decided to play supergirl and jump from rubbermaid tub to rubbermaid tub to bed in our bedroom. Note to self...the rubbermaid tubs REALLY need to be put up.

And outfit # 82...pajamas for bedtime...and of course we cannot forget the orange glasses with no lenses.

She is such a trooper. She told me she loved her Mommy being the Cookie Mama. I got a billion hugs and kisses today. Sweet girl. Sweet, sweet, clothes-changing-eighty-two-times-a-day-but-loves-her-Mama girl.

I got all weepy today thinking about next year when she is in Kindergarten. I made her promise me that she would let me homeschool her. Already worrying about something a year away.
I have REALLY inhaled too much flour.