We went over to my parents to see them tonight, and before long Jim and Mallorie were pulling into the driveway. Unbeknownst to us, apparently Jim and daddy had a date to talk about their financial portfolio investment stuff, so we made it into a “dinner party” with cheeseburgers from Walker’s Dairy Bar. Lucy has started crawling like a little crab (she throws out one leg and swoops it around while dragging herself on her bottom with the other leg tucked under her—a most peculiar method), and mama, Ben and I got in the floor to play with her.
Lucy loves Hooper. Hooper does not love Lucy. In fact, he was repulsed by her presence and green with envy. She would giggle hysterically and grab his schnauzer-stache, he would stand there like a deer in headlights before slinking off, miserably. We found it endlessly entertaining.