Lucye's First Ballet Recital

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Christmas Memories

Saturday, December 25th, 2010, was a very white Christmas in Atlanta. We were spending time at my brother’s house when my nephew approached me: “Aunt Audrey, we were sharing our favorite Christmas memories, and I want to know what yours might be.” Never one who has liked to be put on the spot, I answered with my usual non-committal response, “Well Andrew, I’ll have to think about that one and get back with you. I just have so many.”

After replaying as many past Christmas’ as I could, I came up with this one word that described all the memories: togetherness. Because all the memories no matter what circumstance they include, or even who they include, I always see us “together” as a group, and as a family.

• I see us all gathering around the front room in Grandma Lucye’s and Julian’s house on East 63rd while the family Bible was opened to hear the story of Christmas read aloud.
  
• While at Grandfather Eitel’s house in Pooler, we enjoyed running with our cousins through the mazes of bushes in the yard, circling the large wrap-around porch, and later being served dainty punch and pound cake.
  
• Our Christmas celebrations in the tiny town of Glennville brought total chaos in the main room as everyone overflowed to other rooms just for a seat. On the ride over, we had to “review” the family tree because there were so many cousins and cousins having babies. It was hard for us to keep up. And they all came to celebrate together.
  
  I also have very specific memories of us doing nearly everything together like:


• eating Aunt Jojo’s Christmas Tree cookies (what a labor of love)
  
• opening the Life Saver Books (I’ll trade my Butter Rum for your Wild Cherry)
  
• guessing which gift had the can of Pork N’ Beans hidden inside, and
  
• arguing over whether to "toss" or "place" the silver icicles on the tree.

Ahhh…good times!

What comes to mind as my favorite memory is plain and simple: togetherness. We don’t spend Christmas exactly like we did before. We have different places to gather and new traditions for our own children. But some things will never change. Whoever makes it for the celebration is always welcome. Whoever doesn’t is sorely missed.
As the years have passed, we have lost so many of our loved ones. It seems each year brings more poinsettias for the cemetery, rather than the mantel. My father joined so many of our loved ones this year that surely he celebrates Christmas more like the old days than we do. And down here on earth, we take comfort knowing that one day we will join them in the Christmas celebration, all together again.

Holiday Funnies

Halloween
All the skeleton decorations are called X-rays. “Let’s ride around the and see all the X-rays!”

First ER Visit
Under the influence of drugs, Lucye was in her father’s arms when she looked at the nurse and said, “Doctor, Daddy has a boo-boo on his nose. Can you fix it for him?”
The nurse said, “Lucye, I’m kinda busy right now, can you fix for me?”
To which a puzzled Lucye replied, “But I’m not a doctor!”

When she was sick: “Let me use the re-mometer.” (Thermometer)

3-Year Old Christmas

Why does SNOWGrandma talk funny?

Sugar Plums
Christmas morning, I walked into Lucye’s bedroom. She was dragging and drowsy, and I said, “Okay Lu, let’s go downstairs and see if Santa came.” To which my very smart child perked up and said “Santa’s downstairs?” “Oh, no, I’m sorry Baby; I meant to see if Santa came last night and left you some presents while you were here in bed dreaming of sugar plums.” Her face lit up and her eyes popped open “There are sugar plums downstairs???”
And so, while she was viewing the goods, Mom had to sneak into the kitchen and find a box of gingerbread men boxed cookies she had bought at Target before Lucye fell and knocked out her front tooth (thus eliminating any crunchy foods) earlier in December. At Christmas breakfast, we heated warm milk and let the gingermen get soggy enough for her to eat her “sugar plums.”

On the evening on December 26th, Daddy told her she could have the last sugar plum. I heated her milk in bowl in preparation for soaking the cookie, and then handed her a metal spoon and said “Do you want to….” She quickly replied, “Yes, let me stab that cuss.” Not sure where that one came from… Of course five minutes later she said. “That was the last one? Let me see the box.”

In Memory of Michael

God willing, Lucye will spend the rest of her life celebrating holidays such as the Fourth of July with all the traditional fanfare: cookouts, flag waving and fireworks. I will, most likely, be with her many of those years to come. My celebration will be outward and bittersweet, because inside, I’ll be remembering the life and death of Michael Merriman. And so will many, many others.
How did this happen? My lifelong friend discussed with her husband how their son of 22 years, with such a bright future ahead of him—where he could have touched so many lives, could have been called to God so early. They concluded that perhaps he was meant to touch even more lives with his death.
After personally witnessing Michael’s celebration of life and spending time with his family, his church, and his friends, I believe he is touching more than lives. He is touching souls.
His life by example leaves such a mark on the heart, he will never be forgotten. His past life alters future actions, and allows us to see again the power of the Almighty working—through a boy. A boy that loved little children so much, that his church home is dedicating a playground to him. Plainly put, he walked his faith. He knew what was important.
The very last earthly action he took was going to bed with the Bible beside him. In my mind, this one simple act, in a world so full of temptations to young people, speaks mountains of his character. Everyone has choices. His choice was to know and understand the love and the power of Christ. His life choices allow his parents, and everyone who knew him, the comfort of never doubting where he is now. Lucye didn’t have the honor of knowing Michael. But she knows his parents. They told us many times in the past that Michael would love Lucye. I know now they weren’t just being nice. He would have loved Lucye, because he clearly saw all children thorough the eyes of love, just as God intended.

Poppa

I sat down at the end of the breakfast table this morning with my bowl of cereal. Lucye looked up at me, and then had a pained look on her face. Both Robert and I rushed to her side and inquired as to what was wrong. Was her throat hurting? What on earth was wrong? She said only this: “Mommy sat down with her cereal in Poppa’s chair.”
Lucye’s Grandfather Eitel, or “Poppa” as all his grandchildren called him, went to heaven on February 9th of this year. Right now, Lucye only knows that Poppa went to visit his Father.

We have to remind her daily it seems that is where he is. Every time a frog is mentioned or spotted (which is actually a frequent thing—usually stuffed, in books, or on the TV), Lucye tells us the frog needs to go get in Grandma’s pond and then she (Lucye) will stir the pond plants with a stick and find the octopus (a plant that grows deep and does, in fact, look as though it has arms) and then asks if or when she can show it to Poppa. She likes to show him the ones with one eye open and one eye closed.

She often remarks that Poppa is still sleeping. He was usually the last one to the breakfast table in the mornings, or asleep in a den chair. I think it was thanks to him that she learned to be quiet—or at least as quiet as she can be.

If the DHA works as well as we think it might, Lucye may have very specific memories of Poppa. Just recently, he had played “crab” with her using his fingers to chase her across the kitchen table. She really enjoyed that and laughed, never growing tired of it.

They were really starting to have fun. From his chair they could toss around the mini GT footballs. One day he showed her a Time magazine that had an old, deflated football on the cover, and she still talks about how Poppa has the picture of a sad, tired football.

Last summer during the beach trip, he fell in the surf line of waves and got wet. She was very worried, even though he laughed about it at the time. All summer long, or anytime the beach trip is mentioned, she still says “Poppa won’t fall in the water this time.” In a strange way, I’m glad one of her memories will be of him in the saltwater. Being anywhere near the ocean was his idea of paradise.

Lucye hugged him good-bye when we left Savannah on Saturday, February 6th. We had been there for a week for her to visit her grandparents. The last time we saw him was while he was standing at the front door waving good-bye as our car pulled away.

My job now is to create a compilation of his many architectural projects so that when she is older, she can visit specific houses and buildings around Savannah to get a sense of his life’s work. It goes without saying that to capture the essence of his character will be a greater challenge. His childhood friends will tell you he was “pure delight” to be around. He was always up for good clean fun, and often the most amusing person in the room.

As his daughter, I can tell Lucye he was the most giving man I’ve ever experienced, but one needs lots of concrete examples to get a real feel for that sort of thing. If you attended his funeral, you probably understood as real people told stories of his generosity that even many family members didn’t know about—because he rarely let anyone but the recipient know. That was my father.

I look up to the heavens, and I talk to my Dad sometimes. But when I look down, I see Lucye. I do believe she has inherited his love of life and easy laughter. And she is very loving as well. Lucye, even though I know you are your own person, I still can’t help but stare into your blue eyes and desperately look for my Dad. I don’t have to look long, because I know he’s in there….part of you and part of me, always.

A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream

Is it still July or is it August? This summer has really flown by! We had so many things go on this summer. Mommy and Daddy have had a trying time (medically speaking), but we hope to be on the tail end of that (yes, pun). Lucye, on the other hand has been the picture of excellent health. God is good. He knows we couldn’t have handled her having any troubles!
Did I say she didn’t have troubles? Let’s clarify that statement. She had no “medical” troubles with the exception of one vomiting incident that was over fairly quickly, but confirmed an allergy to Red Dye #40 we think (it was the Jello, it was the Jello – Trading Places). So out with all the junk food (and most cakes and cookies as well).
Some really exciting positive events that took place this mid-summer:
*She named, by herself, a stuffed animal. She named the white dog Popcorn.
*She was fed an entire meal by cousin Sarah at Great Aunt Joanna’s family gathering.
*She is as tall as a yardstick at barely 2 years old. Wonder what her percentiles will be next time?
*She has an amazing vocabulary. She and I discuss the “stated purpose” of a toothbrush as she uses hers to clean the grout in the tub (a no-no).
*She played with the Kisselburg triplets at a park in Marietta, if only for a brief time. (Melissa, bless her heart, is an incredibly strong woman.)
*She has become great friends with our neighbor to the right, Mr. Bill, and often says she worries about his house falling down (don’t ask—we have no idea).
*She LOVES Petco. Lulu loves to visit the fishes and the birds and the mice, etc.
*She was down right friendly to the Comcast (cable) and Coolray (A/C) men. I think the former stranger anxiety is about done.
*When I said to her on the porch “She sells seashells by the seashore.” Her response was: “Well, that’s what Grandma says.” Then she puts a shell up to her ear and says: “I hear ocean.” That child never forgets a thing.
*My out-of-town lifetime friends Lynn and Jan stayed overnight and she had sooooo much fun playing with the girls on the big bed! Those ladies had such fun toys! Makeup bags, clothes, cell phones, etc. make the best toys. She screamed bloody murder at bedtime when I had to take her away from the big girl fun. I’m not sure if Lynn and Jan have recovered yet ;-)
*Finally, she has memorized many of her books, and she now reads to us at night instead of vice versa. We see an end to the crib soon. Can’t wait for the toddler bed era (insert heavy sarcasm).
Did I mention she's ready for college? We said, "Well, maybe JUNIOR college..."

June Bug

Our June was packed full of some exciting times. Most of them fun. The pictures are on this website under Pictures > June 2009.

The events include:

*Autrey Mill excursion with the Burdett family and then lunch at our place
*Lucye’s first pool (it sits on our porch). That night Lucye said “Daddy, I’m too tired to hear tonight’s bedtime story. Can you just email it to me, and I’ll read it in the morning?” True story. Okay, I lied. It wasn’t true. But she was exhausted.
*Lots of fun gardening: new additions and a deer siting!
*Clothing drive (that blonde is Teri in the picture—she stayed for hours to help unpack and sort the 4 boxes of clothes Amy loaned to Lucye for the summer—hooray!)
*Eating MORE mouse-k-teer pancakes that Grandma Marilee taught Daddy to make. In fact, Lucye is eating us out of house and home. Literally, she likes tile.

A few things didn’t appear. Notably, we discovered a new dog park! Our neighbors got a new dog and told us about the dog park at the East Roswell Park (one street over from our subdivision entrance). Lucye and Anna had so much fun; I could have kicked myself for not taking the camera. What’s one more bruise? I’ll get pictures next time.

Another June event of interest was the death of a pop icon. Yes, I said it. Although Lucye didn’t know MJ like I did (ha), she will hear his music one day. She will know he was famous for good things, and then, unfortunately, bad things (which I'm not convinced were true). Since God will be his judge, and I can’t throw stones, I choose to remember, and to share with Lucye, the joy his music brought to my life. The 80’s wouldn’t have been the same for me without him, and I’m so glad he shared his God-given talent with the world. In his day, he supported many charities world-wide with his talents. As I see it, his music uplifted and healed many in my generation. Lucye will know, that like most people, he wasn’t all bad (okay, I had to get that pun in there on his album Bad). Love the sinner, but not the sin. I try to keep that in mind and show her the good in people. Can’t -- let -- evil -- win…

See you in July!

Dune

Okay, I'm back to the movie titles I guess. Does anyone even remember this sci-fi movie from 1984? Come on, you know the one, with Sting and Sean Young (James Woods' stalker). Anyhoo, I digress (as usual). We just got back, a week ago, from our annual Family Beach Week on 12th Street (beachside) at Tybee Island. Lucye absolutely had a blast! She loved the dunes (hence the name of the blog) and the ocean equally, oddly enough. She wanted to touch and experience everything the new world had to offer. And with all the diseases going around this summer, rest assured, we used plenty of sand hanitizer.

The trip was awesome, but I'm so tired that I'm actually telling Lucye to do things like "Don't eat with your mouth full," and "Don't talk with your mouth closed." You know, the same old tired-and-true advice I'm sure your parents gave you.

I'm making this blog short. My apologies for not keeping up the website lately. I do plan to catch up the last 9 months or so this summer. Better late than never. Lucye won't notice until she's, like, twelve I think. Who am I kidding? That kid is smarter than sliced bread. See? Enjoy the pictures of our trip under the Pictures tab of this website (Beach Trip 09). Love, Aud

Doctor, Doctor, Gimme the News...

Today was the 2-year check up. We have the form that you can print off the Internet and fill out prior to arriving at the appointment. So, we are riding along in the car on the way to the doctor's office answering the questions about our tot’s lifestyle, when the following question is read aloud by Daddy:
“How many ounces of juice, soda and other sugar sweetened beverages does your child consume each day?”
Mommy answers “Zero”; Lucye answers “Not yet.” True story, I swear.

And for the grandparents…the checkup went fine. Well, it went fine with the exception of her vomiting when they wanted her to stretch out on the exam table to measure her height. Nothing else upset her like that. Not even her shot. The nurse never could get a measurement with her on the table, thanks to our fish, and we had to take her to the “big kid” measuring stick on the wall in the hall. What a baby!
75-90% in the height category though! Yeah, she takes after her parents ;-)

Words of the Day: Hot Dog Bun

So my aunt, uncle, and cousins from Cumming were coming for dinner (hee hee). I knew I needed to stun and amaze them with my ever-increasing phenomenal vocabulary while we were dining. It was a pure stroke of genius when I uttered "hot dog bun" for the first time. It just popped out! I swear I didn't plan it. They were only mildly impressed, but my parents...it was music to their ears. And I don't mean AC/DC, I mean Mozart...speaking of....that furry little white dog is our house guest this week, and I can't get enough of chasing him around and around and around (and it's only been about 4 hours since he arrived). As a side bar, for my afternoon snack, I made Mommy laugh. She said "Here is your yogart...um...I mean Smoothie, if you will." And I responded back to her "I will!" She thought that was pretty funny. These big people are pretty easy to amuse these days.

Why am I crying and in my Dad's underwear in the picture? Well, I always help Mommy with the laundry. When I swiped this pair with the airplanes on them (how cute) and put them on, Mommy tried to take them away from me. So I cried. But, she didn't argue the point that Dad's underwear is the most interesting thing we wash. Two, I said I'd be two next weekend.

St Pat's Day Dilemma

Well, here I am stuck in Roswell again! Honestly, who does that on St. Pat's Day? What was my mother thinking? I should be in Savannah where the rivers are green and so are the people! Because of my "situation" I couldn't decide what to wear...there was no point in dressing in green as it would only depress me. Maybe next year I'll have the luck of the Irish (and be old enough to drink, errrr, I mean, make it to Savannah).

Nobody Nose the Trouble I've Seen...

Mommy is always complaining about something…and I was so tired of the constant whining, so last Thursday night, I gave her something to really grumble about.
The day was a bit different than our average Thursday. My friend Jessica Patrice Burdett and her Dad (that’s Chris “Birdie” Burdett to the big folks) came over that day for lunch and a play date. They live pretty far away, so it is always a special treat to see them. I, of course, entertained them with my new-found vocabulary.
Even after my nap, I was still a bit exhausted from all the extra activity. Well, we all know what happens when I get overtired—hypercity. Dad tried to wear me out in the basement playroom, but I was fired up. At approximately 8:00PM Dad took me upstairs to get my before-bath milk. He went to the kitchen; I made a beeline for the master bedroom where Anna and Mommy were lounging. What fun! I wanted to lounge too…but I didn't really know how. So I crawled up the leather ottoman and onto the bed and immediately started laughing and wallowing around in the pillows. The next thing I know, I hear Mommy scream…I had fallen backwards on her face! The back of my hard little head hit her square in the nose and broke it. She told Daddy it sounded like a chicken bone snapping in her head. She’d never had a broken bone before…ever…and she is an old lady. Imagine that! I was perfectly fine, of course. I didn’t understand why she got to have my goldfish icepack AND my polar bear icepack on her face though…they’re mine! She had those things out of the freezer within a minute. I guess it paid off to steal my toys though, because she has only a little black bruising around her right eye and that’s it…..for now. She went to an ENT during my nap yesterday, and he put some drops up her nose and then stuck a camera in there! So cool. He told her the swelling was so bad inside (but not outside, I’m so proud of my icepacks) that she’d have to come back in about 3-4 weeks for another exam and see what the bone had decided to do. If is makes a bad depression or grows into a big bump or gives her congestion fits, she might have to get it “fixed” (whatever that means). That bone better behave! There are so many things to do and see in this crazy world. I didn’t even have breaking Mommy’s nose on my to-do list…I guess when you’re a toddler, you just somehow find time to do the fun things.

CSI: Roswell

It is March 1st, and I am still sick. CSI is in full swing (Coughing, Sneezing and Irritating). It's been fifteen days now. Mama plans to take me to the doctor on Tuesday if I haven't gotten a whole lot better. I'm sorry I was grumpy when my Mom's family gathered here to celebrate a major milestone in my grandparents' love life—oh wait, that was my MOM! I hope little Sarah didn't notice. She was so sweet to me, and even gave me hugs. I had to cancel so many plans this month (and last month) over this bug. I don't like bugs. They give me a headache. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize to all the people I have let down on my social calendar of late because of my cough due to cold. Speaking of....check out my calendar for upcoming events...a certain someone is going to have to make up for lost playtime real soon...and someone has a birthday coming up!!!!Yipppeee... I want more books and some baby binoculars....and....and....It's snowing today! Check my new video that Daddy made today to see GEORGIA in the snow. Stay well...and Run DMC (Daddy, Mama, Child).

Mailboxes, Etc.

Oh happy day! Ron the mailbox man installed our new HOA-approved mailbox and post a few days late (after the big party for my grandparents), but we are tickled pink none the less. Our old mailbox was sad, sad, sad. I was embarrassed for my friends to stroll by it in their strollers. My GrandPoppa will most likely curse the fact that Mama let them just take—yes, I said it—"take" away the old box and wooden post. I'm quite certain he would have wanted it for his collection of re-usable stuff that often takes him years to re-use, as I understand it. Admittedly, I was torn as to whether or not to attempt to clean out my toy box for him and store it. We pack rats like to stick together...it is almost our duty to pass on what we know another may cherish. However, the fact that it wouldn't fit in a Camry trunk for the trip back to Savannah (well, that's what my Mom said anyway), combined with the gross factor I witnessed on the bottom of the post as it was plucked out of the ground..well, it all added up to nix-a on the rotten-a. Sorry GrandPoppa! We still love you....

Sugar Pie Honey

Okay, I guess the movie titles are over with--for the moment. Bring on the songs. Soooo...how many times will Lucye be 19 on the 19th? Not many, but for this day she is 19 months on the 19th of November. We HAD to celebrate. Especially after the 18 month birthday bringing such a disappointing showing. So, we made cupcakes. Lucye picked out the green sugar crystals on top. She loved the dark chocolate icing...her father's daughter. I was surprised by this fact, because when we attended a friend's birthday party not too long ago, she wasn't particularly interested in the cupcakes...but then Mommy took care of that for her. What sacrifices this mommy makes ;-) She is saying "baby" constantly now. She said "how cool" in the bathtub (was repeating her Dad referring to the water temperature, not something neat) and "wow" when she saw her new pink winter coat. Time to really watch what we say I guess...heavy sigh.

Halloween (yes, this qualifies as a movie title)

It’s hard to catch a train…or a ladybug. But I (Mommy) did catch the food poisoning bug, so I apologize for the delay in keeping the website up-to-date. Now that I’m a domestic engineer (thanks to India outsourcing), that should improve (she says). Enough about me.

To catch you up on Lucye’s latest accomplishments: she walks pretty good up and down the stairs (with help) now, and she said “toes” and “three” once. When she is finished with something, such as a meal, she spreads her arms open wide to indicate “all done.” She amazes us with her smarts every single day. She knows everything now, and is ready for college. Well, in just a short while anyway.

A Beautiful Mind

I’m on a roll with the movie titles. So, her 18th month birthday came and went with little fanfare. Poor Lucye. We planned to make a cake—even bought the fixings, but that never happened. She did get a few gifts however. She always does in these kinds of movies.

That was a Sunday. On Thursday, she had her doctor’s visit for the shots. She has a record of “difficult” visits, and in fact, I think they have marked her file (hee hee).
This time, she did pretty good. No vomiting on the doctor, no screaming (until the shots), and she was quite, well…"energetic" if you will. When the doctor attempted to exam her (Lucye had other ideas), the doc stated “Well, she certainly has a mind of her own.”

Robert decided that visit was much like a Seinfeld episode. What, exactly, did she mean by that comment? She probably examines 20 babies a day. It was reminiscent of the doctor calling both the ugly baby and Elaine “breathtaking.” Was her comment good or bad? Above is a picture of her. You be the judge…

The Crying Game

Ever see this movie from the 80’s about the Irish Republican Army? If so, you are probably asking yourself what on earth this has to do with a picture of Lucye…Nothing…I just liked the title because it was also the title of our life for about a week or so. We finally “did it”…the modified cry out. This picture was taken just a few days before her 18 month doctor visit at the Christian church Pumpkin Patch on Spalding (our annual trip to the Berry Patch Farms didn’t happen because it rained the night before and we didn’t want to get out there in the mud).

Anyway, the doc convinced me that I needed a life after dark (enter your own vampire comment here), and my entire nights shouldn’t be spent rocking the baby to sleep and being her crutch and "soother" all night long either. So we did it. And, amazingly enough…it worked! My family will be thrilled. Cruel as it may sound, it only took a few really tough nights of her crying herself to sleep in the beginning. Now, she goes down in an instant, and I’m free! Why didn’t I do this before? Well, I have no regrets…I loved holding her every night (ok, maybe my back wasn’t so thrilled) and rocking her in the glider until she was fast asleep, and I just wasn’t ready to let go of my precious baby I guess. What do I do with my newly acquired hours you might ask? Sleep, of course!

KissTrips Trip

10-4-08 Somewhere off West Sandtown Road, Parts Unknown

Matthew double-clicks the Internet Explorer button while setting down his sippy cup. He finds the Favorites menu and selects Lucye.net. “It must be here…we must have made the blog,” he mutters under his stinky formula breath. Addie laughs at him in the background. Kate yells “HA! After the way you treated Lucye this weekend, I bet she never writes about you.” Matthew throws a Cheerio at her and says “Ahhh, what do you know about women, Kate? They love it when you ignore them.”
And so it goes….If you haven’t already guessed, we visited the Kisselburgs at their home this past weekend. After driving for more than 30 minutes on the interstate, Lucye decided to take a nap as we got off at their exit, of course. So we toured their subdivision so she could have a 30-minute nap before the fun started. Us late?
We were so excited to see their new Southern mansion and we weren’t disappointed. Quite the stately manor! And a yard our Anna-dog would envy, so it was a good thing she didn’t make the trip with us.
The KissTrips were awake and ready to play. We toured the house and let the tots play—that means Lucye attempted to kiss all the “babies” (they are 14 months) and got only a little push back on occasion. She also fell in love with a penguin figurine. Go figure. And the shoes came off, as usual. The KissTrips found them for her though, and I heard one say “Keds are my favorite flavor” between bites.
Then we strolled the neighborhood. A neighbor attacked Scott (they always do in these kinds of movies) and solicited help moving a dresser in their house. Since the wife was 9 months preggers, we understood. And clearly, Scott has nothing but free time these days with only a full-time job and three little ones. Seriously, he was happy to help. But I didn’t hear Robert offering…hmmmm. Think he was too busy trying to stop Isabel (the neighbor’s little girl) from touching Lucye. Izzy told us she had an eye infection or some such. These things freak us out, as you might imagine. We couldn’t think clearly.
Back at the house, we had to say good-bye after Lucye decided to step on the cat’s tail. This was after she hugged it. She hugs everything soft. Hear that Matthew? Your day will come. That is if you aren’t running in the opposite direction!

Baby Lucye Stuns World: One of Ours?

GOTHAM CITY -

With the family still reeling from accusations of a possible (but not probable) botched BNA test, news today out of Roswell, GA, once again sheds doubts on Baby Lucye’s parental makeup.
Although Baby Lucye has been babbling and butchering the English language for months, her first clear and concise word was spoken today. According to sources, the word was “Batman” was uttered to the dismay of her parents somewhere around the breakfast hour.
FOX News was the first to cover the story in Atlanta, with local Emory University’s leading Psychiatrist, Homer Bell, contributing to the story. “This is the first case of SHFS (SuperHero Fixation Syndrome) I’ve seen since a 4 year-old boy from Blairsville said ‘Shazam’ in 1972. I wonder how many TVs Baby Lucye’s family owns. Clearly, this is a case of media saturation.”
As usual, Lucye’s mother dismissed the conclusion as ridiculous. “Baby Lucye has never seen Batman on TV, in the movies, or in comic books. Yes, Batman is on the cover of all her Cheerios boxes –there’s a free toy inside, you know. But what does that prove? Anybody who runs in the Peachtree Road Race can get their picture on the box. This is ludicrous.”
While Lucye’s mother was denying an over saturation of the comic book hero, word came from Nashville, TN, that childhood friend Clay Scott had been spotted with Lucye’s father at a North Point movie theater in Alpharetta, GA, on Labor Day weekend. When questioned about the movie they saw, Robert replied: “I won’t live a lie. I did see the new Batman movie with Clay in September. I have no regrets. It was excellent. And, I’d go again if I had the chance. Now get that camera out of my face.”
With Lucye’s genetic makeup once again in the spotlight, Commissioner Gordon was forced to call several men in for questioning. However, the main suspect, Bruce Wayne, is still at large.