The Unwin Family: I Love Lucy!!!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I Love Lucy!!!

Chloe loves Lucy. I can't remember exactly how this whole Lucy obsession started, but shortly after Heather and I became friends Heather showed Chloe a few cute pictures of her grandaughter Lucy. Every day since Chloe asks "Can Lucy come to play?", "Is lucy coming to Heather's house today?" or "When is Lucy coming?" She tells Heather all the time "Lucy needs to come to live with you.". Well today Lucy came to visit, hooray!!!

7 comments:

skcoe said...: YAY! IS your camera working? And why did you delete all the old posts? You silly girl...; February 18, 2008 at 10:30 AM
smacula said...: Lucy and Chloe are soooo cute together! That's adorable about her little obsession!; February 18, 2008 at 1:03 PM
Vicky Bonita said...: They look so cute!!!
And I'm so glad you are blogging again!; February 18, 2008 at 2:21 PM
Sarah Lee said...: Chloe is already learning the importance of a good girl-friend.

Now teach her the importance of girls lunch and she will be set :); February 18, 2008 at 2:58 PM
Marisa said...: I cannot get over how big Chloe is! She was still such a baby when we moved. She's adorable. I agree that it's important to start having good girlfriends early!; February 18, 2008 at 5:14 PM
Melanie said...: Chloe is a little princess! All your kids are so cute. Of course, just look at their Mom! :); February 20, 2008 at 10:49 AM
Meggie Lou said...: This is so cute!! I am soo happy Lucy and Chloe are such good friends!!; July 15, 2008 at 4:01 PM

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