My little Lilly Pie turned 3 a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t blog about it yet. Shame on me, I know.
Anyway, Catie is in preschool 3 hours a day now so I have had more time to spend with Lilly all alone, and it’s been amazing watching her grow and develop into such a unique little person. She’s so spunky and funny and smart, and just a delightful little girl. And she entertains herself exceedingly well, which is a quality any mother will tell you is a blessing beyond measure.
Her given name is Lillian Russell (after my great-grandmother, my great-grandfather, and my father – not the actress) but she prefers to talk about Lilly Wussell and Pappap Wussell. They are very good buddies.
Last spring when we went to Disney she got sick. Very sick. Barfed in line at Toy Story Mania – barfed pretty much everywhere actually. Among other things. She was so sick, in fact, that she was hospitalized the day we returned home. Poor dolly.
But when she first got sick, I packed her up and left the park to take her back to the resort to rest. She had other ideas though; as soon as we got back to the Polynesian she felt strongly that we needed to eat. I guess having an empty stomach and all… So my girlie and I hit the Kona Cafe, and had a lovely little lunch together. Which as you might guess, didn’t stay down for long. But it was good while it lasted.
And in that brief interlude, between episodes of vomiting, she turned on the charm as she always does. I sat laughing and in awe of her, wondering where the sick little girl I’d seen an hour ago had vanished to, and hoping that she’d stay well. And I couldn’t resist snapping this picture, which in retrospect is not only a cute memory, but the the very essence of Lilly.
Adorable - check. Ornery grin - check. Food nearby - check. Mommy’s heart in her hand - check.
Love you, Silly Lilly. Thanks for completing me.
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