2007: A Very Good Year

So, another year is behind us, as the inexorable march of time continues on. (Don't know about you, but I'm sure it'll take me until St. Patrick's Day to start writing "2008," instead of "2007" on my checks!) For me, 2007 was a wonderful one, and I say quite confidently it was the best year of my life -- despite the many indignities perpetrated upon me by those so-called adults in my life, and despite the somewhat alarming realization that my age essentially quadrupled during these last 12 months, taking me to my current age of almost 16 months.

I came a long way between Jan. 1 and Dec. 31, 2007. I learned to crawl, then walk, then wreak holy havoc upon the earth. I grew about 14 teeth, and gained a healthy appreciation for Baby Tylenol in the process. My vocabulary has grown to include around 50 words, not including the vulgar ones I take particular pride in repeating on those many occasions when my parents let them slip.

Those of you who have followed this blog since its inception already know about many of those milestones, and I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for your thoughts, e-mails and comments and for supporting my burgeoning career as a blogger. As I like to tell my Daddy, in 20 years, when the last newspaper passes from this earth, he'll be begging me for a job!

Anyway, there is much to update you all on, so let's get to some pictures....

Here's me and Mommy on the beach at Stone Harbor, N.J. at Thanksgiving. (Yes, that's how long it's been since I've done a real blog update. Get over it.)

This is me with my Daddy and a ferret. I'll let you guess which is which.

That's me with my Mommy, displaying what Daddy calls my "Demon Child" face.

Just an example of my general cuteness.


Picking out Christmas trees and eating ice cream while standing on a car.

The nuclear family gathered around the tree, after Daddy needed two hours to get it into the stand without leaning.

Partying it up at Daddy's office holiday party. This is me with his editor, Tracee. She confided in me that Daddy takes too long to get to the nut graph, and I confided that he also takes too long to change a diaper.

It was around this point, following an expert display of my squirming abilities, that Tracee was ready to give me back to my Daddy.

Here's me with columnist Tom Boswell. I told him I loved his Redskins stuff down the stretch, but that he needs to be tougher on the Nationals' front office.

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Making breakfast Christmas morning at my new toy kitchen set. Mmmmm... bacon.

Meeting my new friend Maya, who just arrived the day before from China. It's going to be a long and fruitful friendship -- as long as she gives up that ducky that I'm eyeballing.

Hanging out with Uncle Joe at dinner Christmas Eve. Hey, Joe -- dig that clean-shaven look!

Co-ed bath time with Cousin Carter!

Me and Bubba the Dog, getting ready to rumble.

In my new, stylish dress -- a Christmas gift from Aunt Darlene. Ooh la la!

Here's me and my friend Roan, getting ready to par-tay on New Year's Eve.

Me and Grandpa Sheinin on the boardwalk at Bethany Beach. I guess I was having a bad hair day. But you all wish you could rock the mullet like me!

Whew. That was a lot of pictures. If you've hung in there this long, you deserve to be treated to a Top 10 list, so here it is -- my first Top 10 list of 2008, with big changes, as you will surely note:

LUCINDA'S TOP 10 LIST, Jan. 2008

1. Mommy (Last month: 2. Months on chart: 16)

2. Absolute Destruction of All I Encounter (Last month: 4. Months on chart: 12)

3. Daddy (Last month: 5. Months on chart: 16)

4. *Sucking toothpaste out of toothbrush (Last month: NR. Months on chart: 1)

5. Singing ABCs (in various order) (Last month: NR. Months on chart: 1)

6. Popcorn (Last month: NR. Months on chart: 1)

7. "No" (Last month: 10. Months on chart: 3)

8. Yogurt-covered raisins (Last month: NR. Months on chart: 1)

9. Escaping from all child restraints (Last month: NR. Months on chart: 1)

10. Elmo (Last month: 7. Months on chart: 5)

(*-Also known as "Brushing my teeth.")

Fell out of Top 10 this months: Mommy's boobies, Putting things inside bags and boxes, Belly buttons, "Bah-bah black sheep."

OK, folks, that's all for now. Happy New Year to all!

Love,

Lucinda