Lucy is a Ball!

Lucy: “Happy birthday…”

Lucy: “tooooooooo…”

Lucy: “meeeeeeee.”

At one, she has already given birth to a new, exuberant Lucille Ball fan base,

and generated a few royalties for the comedian’s estate.

Our Lucy Ricardo spends lots of time in the high chair growing her meatball,

and trying to create an excuse to get into the bath tub.

Basically, she works up an appetite in the time it takes us to clean up her last, make that, perpetual mess.

She fits right in.

Lucy: “Wait a minute! How did you put that together?”

Lucy: “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you leading the straw tutorial?”

The year-old ball and chain…

isn’t that at all. She is actually the epicenter of affection and attention in our household, and together we are constantly working to make Lucy smile,

take a few steps

and I confess, sleep.

A ball of energy, yes my dear.

A goof ball, absolutely.

A curve ball…

knocked out of the park for a grand slam!

The girls simply could not wait for her to dive into that cake.

But that is exactly what Lucy made them do. Wait.

Pick. Wait some more.

Beg.

At last, with a lot of encouragement.

Lucy: “Is this the mess you needed?”

It is. You are exactly what we desperately needed.