The Littlest Threads

So, my mom, being a mom, is already buying me clothes. Awesome. This is my favorite thing so far.



She also bought me a hat that'll make me look like a frog. Sweet.

Nostalgia

This brings back some memories.

















That's me at seven and a half weeks old. Or, maybe -8 months old. Twenty months pre-first birthday? Being a baby is hard.

Anyway, this is the first picture that my mom and dad ever saw of me. Not much, huh? I kinda look like a lima bean on a foggy evening. Didn't seem to matter to them though. They got to hear my heart beating, and I'm pretty sure they both cried.

I know it's hard to see, but I actually had tiny little ears and eyes and a nose in this picture, even though I'm only an inch and a half long. Pretty cool. I'm just starting to get my fingers, which is why I couldn't start the blog sooner. Voice recognition technology is just not up to snuff, so I have to rely on a keyboard.

Anyway, that's me and my very first picture.

Late bloomer

So, I'm a little late getting this started, but I'll do my best to catch up.

My name is Lucy.
















This is my blog (from in the womb, and eventually, the real world), but I'm sure my mom and dad will make the occasional appearance as well, so it's probably smart to meet them as well.

This is my mom, Sara.





















She doesn't always look like that, but she's carrying me around, and I like to travel in style.

Anyway, this is my dad. His name is Wes.















He doesn't always look like that either. Sometimes he has a beard.