Lulu's name isn't really Lulu. Officially, it is Lucia Louise, but she doesn't know it.
Like Norah, Lucia's meaning is light. Unlike Norah Lulu looks just like my baby pictures, although I don't believe I grew up to be as beautiful an adult as Lulu is a child.
Lulu's hair is a hue that belongs solely to children and even the best beautician cannot replicate it. 
At about 16 months, when she was done breastfeeding, Lulu developed a wicked ear infection that seemingly lasted for 14 months. A month ago a drowsy Lulu underwent a short surgery to be fitted with tubes. A new child emerged from that surgical room. 
Lulu is stubborn, sassy, affectionate and loves to boogy. She has a squeal that could wake the dead and a seriously deep voice for a 2 1/2 year old.
Her nemesis is the spider and she loves ice cream and her 'B'(blanket).
Her Father and I never tire from laughing while watching her run. She has soulful eyes, a bewitching smile and I cannot help but love my Lulu.
3 comments:
Beautiful. I love that last picture of LuLu...with the hair covering her eyes! GREAT!
I disagree with one thing. You were a beautiful child like Lulu and you just as beautiful now....with beautiful children. That's pretty good....and you found yourself living at high altitude in five years reading french poetry..
"Oui"
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