Lucy, a Rag Doll, and a Pretty Little Outfit...

Remember when I found out Lucy was a girl? I was about 19 weeks along, I think, and was neck-deep in Betty-surgery and post-surgery arthritis and such, and finding out we were having a girl was such a bright spot in our lives right then... 

I announced the news this way-- A Change of Scenery.

I remember buying that amazing little outfit from Janie and Jack the day we found out. I remember because it felt so special to get to treat myself to something incredibly lovely from my favorite too-expensive store. Sadly, though, I also remember so vividly because I hobbled in a barely-able-to-walk shuffle to and from that store that day. I literally could barely put my feet on the ground it hurt so much to walk. I had Noah in tow and was DETERMINED to buy a special something for my new baby girl... But it was torture to do it.

So strange to look back now and remember how bad it was. 

ANYWAY. The point is... I LOVED that sweet outfit. And bought it in a 6-9 month size and had to wait and wait to be able to use it. But now...I present to you Lucy, 8.5 months old (yes, I took these in December. Oops.), and her Christmas doll from Grandma (Raggedy Lucy, if you can't tell from the blonde hair and blue eyes), wearing her very first outfit ever-- the special pretty something from my favorite little shop:

 

(Alert: This is my FAVORITE:)

  

Oh, see that telltale yawn creeping in, above? I've worn her out with all these photos....

Yep, there goes the hat...

  

And the hat is off, the reflector is down, but this mama had to get just one more... Her blonde fluff hair is just too irresistible and I think I love her better without the hat... Oh heck, I love her either way.