Life Begins Anew, And So Does My Blog

Hi, everyone. You have found my old blog. You'll want to re-set your bookmark to our new blog:

http://lucindaandlyla.blogspot.com

You'll find all my amazing adventures there, along with all the slobbering, burping and pooping of my new little sister, Lyla.

Love,

Lucinda

Bonus video I: Oh, Christmas Tree

Bonus video II: Hammy!

Bonus video III: Sydney's B-Day Party

A World of Hurt

So, my Daddy has been giving me these pitiful looks lately, and saying cryptic things like, "Poor Lucinda. You're about to be in a world of hurt, and you don't even know it yet." But I'm here to tell all y'all -- I know what's going on around here.

You think I don't see Mommy's belly swelling up? You think I don't know why everyone's going around saying (condescendingly, I might add) what a fabulous big sister I'm going to be? You think I don't understand how babies are made? (Well, I guess I don't really understand that, but Daddy has promised he'll tell me when I turn 30.)

I get it, people. There's a baby in Mommy's belly, and pretty soon -- about five weeks, from the looks of it -- she's going to be coming out. You don't have to act like it's the end of the world for me. Look, I've got several nice baby dolls at home -- I know what they do. Some of them make noises, some of them come with diapers you can change, some of them just lay there like a sack of potatoes. But the important thing is, if you don't want them, you just ignore them, and it's as if they're not even there! Plus, you can throw them all over the room, drop them on their heads, stomp on them, color on them with crayons or beat them about the neck and head -- and they don't mind at all! I figure this new baby won't be any different.

And if I find out otherwise, I can tell you one thing: It won't be me who's in a world of hurt, if you catch my drift.

But there is one thing that must change, and that's this blog. For two-plus years now, I've been regaling you here with tales of my adventures, but starting in, oh, about five weeks, we're going to need to change the name of the blog to reflect the change to our family's makeup. I'm not thrilled about it, but I'm peace with it.

We're in the process of re-naming the blog, so I am going to ask everyone to vote on these four possibilities. Please leave your vote in the comments section below, or feel free to recommend a different name.

The choices:

1) Lucinda (And Some Other Kid) In the Sky With Diapers

2) Lucinda In the Sky With Big-Girl Panties (And Occasionally Pull-Ups, But Only at Night or When I Need to Poop)... And Some Other Kid With Diapers

3) The Adventures of the Sheinin Sisters, Primarily Lucinda

4) Daddy Is In a World of Hurt, And He Doesn't Even Know It Yet (Because Before He Knows It We'll Be Teenagers)

OK, now on to the pictures... There's a lot to catch y'all up on:

Here I am before Christmas with a large, old man in a red suit. I was instructed to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I said I wanted every Little Einsteins toy known to mankind, and lo and behold, the Big Fella came through.

On the holiday party circuit with Mommy. My social calendar was jam-packed this year.

At the same party (you didn't think I'd wear the same dress twice in the same holiday season, did you?) with Daddy.



Opening presents with Grandpa. I don't know much about "Soccer" but I'm all about the "Queen."

Practicing with Daddy for the day when I'm six inches taller than him.

Sometimes when I say cheese, I say it with such gusto that my face gets stuck in the "Cheese!" position for hours at a time.

Painting letters for the wall in my baby sister's room. What do you think her name is going to be? I know, but I'm not telling.



More painting... That artwork on the table is an abstract piece I created, called "Tearing Sh*t Up."

This is my imitation of what Mommy's boobies look like these days.


Working the balance beam at my friend Sydney's third birthday party -- just biding time until they bring out the snacks.

Out for lunch with Mommy, Daddy and Leo (he's the little guy peeking out behind my arm).


I call this one, "Hiding Something In My Shirt While Wearing Caramel All Over My Face."

Sitting at my new table and chairs -- a Christmas present from my parents -- and playing with Play-Doh with my friend Stelly. Only one of us knows how to sit in a chair properly. Can you guess which one?

On my way out of the mall after my first visit to Build-A-Bear Workshop. Daddy almost got thrown out for excessive eye-rolling. But I sweet-talked him into buying two dolls -- one for me, and one for Some Other Kid.

Random, leftover picture from summer, with my friend Maya.

OK, folks, that's all for now. Our next update, more than likely, will feature a new voice -- that of our, ahem, little bundle of joy. Don't forget to vote in our poll for our new name, or suggest one of your own. And wish me luck!

Love,

Lucinda

Bonus video: Tickling the Ivories

How I Spent My Thanksgiving Vacation

In my ongoing quest to land a high-ranking job in the incoming Obama administration -- and with Secretary of State already taken (damn that Hillary!) -- I decided to embark on an exhaustive, first-hand study of our nation's healthcare system.

To do this, I contracted a particularly virulent strain of pneumonia, which failed to respond to the first two antibiotics prescribed to fight it, and which ultimately required a five-day stay in the hospital. Then, after I was released -- two days before Thanksgiving -- I decided I still had not seen enough, so the next day I got myself re-admitted. This time, it was due to a stomach virus I had picked up while in the hospital.

Finally, I was released again on Thanksgiving day, whereupon my Mommy and Daddy came down with the stomach bug simulatenously. We were a sad, sad sight. I won't get too graphic here, but let's just say I wasn't sure if they should be changing my diapers, or if I should be changing theirs!

My conclusions:

Oxygen tubes in the nose = bad
IV needles in the arm = bad
Nurses who only listen to my lungs = good
Nurses who stick me with things = bad
Chest x-rays = bad
Oral antibiotics = bad
24-7 screenings of "Little Einsteins" DVDs = good




Here I am in happier, healthier times. The mullet was going strong, and so was I.




Showing off my mad piano skills. "Hey, band! Let's give 'em a little 'Love Train' -- in D major!"

I couldn't have made it through my hospitalization without Cookie Monster. And the other Cookie Monster.

You might think a liquid diet would stink. But actually, it wasn't so bad!

This is the toy room in the pediatrics ward -- the place where I caught the stomach virus!

Here I am with Nurse Stephanie. We had some issues when we started out -- she was a little needle-happy -- but by the end of my stay I had whipped her into shape.

Thankfully, the pneumonia didn't rob me of my cuteness.

As you might expect, I made quite an impression on the nurses, some of whom made me a boat, with oars and everything. I call it the U.S.S. Diarrhea.

Hello, little baby sister! Thanks for staying with me in the hospital! Hope you're digging that hospital food! See you in February!