OK, he's toast. Done. Wrapped around her tiny little finger.
I am SHOCKED at how well the first day has gone. As long as Lucy is with Jeff, she's OK. He held her while I fed her some dinner. (Hey, J/B - she eats VEGETABLES and FRUIT. You're next.) She will play little peek-a-boo games, although a little timid. She slept for an hour in the crib and then when she woke up, she wanted Daddy and slept with us all night -- half of it lying on his chest.
I woke up at one point (OK, 500 times to check on her) and she was rubbing my arm with her hand and when I looked at her, she waved to me. It was the cutest thing in the middle of the night!
I know we have a long road ahead and a lot of work to do before she's really OK, but I expected this day to be so much harder. I'm so proud of her. I know she's sad and confused by it all but she's such a strong little girl.
Maybe today she'll actually let me hold her.
More pics to come... I promise.