I'm not short, mama and mommy say I'm fun sized.

Sometimes we hafta stay home because it’s late and...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 03:51:58 -0500

Sometimes we hafta stay home because it’s late and we’re sleepy, but most times Mama takes us to go pick Mommy up from her work!

After we watch Mommy’s show we meet her in her dressing room. It’s nice, and has lots of flowers! One time I asked mom if the flowers were for her show Spring Awakening, since Uncle Jesse told me it was about ‘deflowering’ and stuff.

Mama got mad after that. I dunno why.

Tag, you're it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to go and choose ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them.

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 17:51:00 -0500

[[OOC: Oh! I just realized this is on my Fababy account! Ooh this is going to be fun.]]

1. My full name is Lucille Sophia Berry-Fabray! (Fabray-Berry. It’s an ongoing battle.)

2. I have a brother named Stephen— Stephie for short— and two mommies, Rachel and Quinn Berry-Fabray! I also have a super cool daddy, Sammy Evans!

3. My Mommy and uncle Kurt excitedly gave me my middle name so they could name me a character from a broadway show/book they loved, Wicked, under my mama’s nose. Mama said it took two days before Mommy cracked and told her that my name would resemble a green witch’s name (Lucy Sophie— Elphie. You get the gist.)

4. My bestest friend for life is Andrew Lopez. Andy’s really annoying sometimes though, but he’s still my best friend. Aunt Brittany calls us San and Quinn Jr.

5. I’m currently six years old!

6. I have a very complicated family. Really. You kind of need a color coded chart to sort all of us out.

7. It really stinks, but I can’t even ride some of the kiddy rides because I’m short. It’s something me and mommy bond over quite frequently.

8. I like to read books like my mama. It’s why I have a much more sophisticated vocabulary than regular six year olds!

9. I’m friends with a lot of my parents’ kids, not just Andy. It’s weird when people say we’re a big family because I’m pretty sure Uncle Artie’s daughter has a crush on Andy, and Aunt Mercedes’ son keeps making moon eyes at Uncle Finn’s son. But then mommy told me everyone in Glee club has dated anyways at least once or so so I shouldn’t worry about it much.

10. I have a little gap in between my teeth that annoys me very much, even if Mama says it’s cute. I don’t like it. I’m still sure it’s the reason I can’t whistle well!

Send this to ten people?

Should I go around and make this a survey to all the others around me? I’m going to a ‘Glee Party’ (As Mama said) today for New Years anyways. Maybe I will!

:LSFNELNFi YOU POSTED ON THE WRONG BLOG AGAIN! I'M LAUGHING SO HARD EILGNELNILF PEZBERRY ON THE FABABY BLOG. I'M SCREAMING!!! LOOKS LIKE RACHEL HAS SOME EXPLAINING TO DO

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:16:38 -0500

OOC: If I ever reblog the wrong things on the fababy account and someone needs to tell me, you should all just direct questions to here.

Other than that— yes. Rachel does have some explaining to do.

Whoops.

Can you explain how your family works? like who your dads are? or who your godparents are?

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 21:09:42 -0500

Well, whenever I try to tell people about my family they either direct me to a social worker, laugh, or walk away very fast.

But I’ll try!

See, I’m biologically the daughter of my mommy(Rachel) and my daddy(Sam) but I was carried by my mama(Quinn). I have a little brother, Stephie, who’s my daddy’s and mama’s, but carried by my mommy.

And I have lots of grandparents; Grampas Berries, Grandma Shelby, Grammy Judy, and Grandma and Grampa Evans!

And then since my daddy really likes Uncle Kurt and mommy thinks they’re going to marry soon, I guess Uncle Kurt will be my dad too! Then that means Alex will be my brother!

Oh! And then speaking of siblings, I also have Beth, who’s my mama’s and Uncle Puck’s. And then since Uncle Puck’s son, Jackson, is Beth’s brother, I guess he’s my brother too I think.

And then I have lots of godmothers and godfathers, like Uncle Finn, Uncle Mike, Aunt Tina, Aunt Britts and Tana, etc. So I get lots of friends too, since like, all of them have kids.

It’s not that hard to comprehend, really, but people still keep calling it inseshous. Wait. Insestious? Whatever the word is! I don’t even know what that means!

haha i think you're posting to the wrong blog again :)

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:43:51 -0500

Sigh.

Hey Lucy...Why are you posting stuff of your parents when they where younger? o_O

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:28:30 -0500

You do realize I am only about six years old. I can’t run a blog on my own. Heck, I can barely reach the keyboard!

I’m assure you all questions about these things you call “reblogs” should be appointed to the one who helps type things for me.

Ooc: …Oops.

Ooc: Ugh crap sorry. Um, wrong blog!

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:11:00 -0500

Ooc: Ugh crap sorry. Um, wrong blog!

Not to be annoying but, I'm confused. Quinn carried Lucy, the one who looks just like Rachel, and Rach carried Stephie, who looks just like Quinn? How did that work out?

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 19:28:03 -0500

They put Rachel’s egg with Sammy’s sperm into Quinn and vice versa. Lots of people do this for their own Fababy(Or Brittana) stories, and some in real life. It’s like being a surrogate, I guess. :)

“Honey, we have something to tell you.” I rolled my eyes. This shouldn’t be as diplomatic as...

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:23:00 -0500

“Honey, we have something to tell you.” I rolled my eyes. This shouldn’t be as diplomatic as it looks right now, with Quinn to my right and Sam to my left, both either with hands folded together on their lap or legs crossed over. “This…um, well, it’s very great news!” Quinn continued.

God I seriously want some Pancakes right now. Or maybe Waffles. But which to choose?

“Um, well, you see…” Quinn fidgeted in her seat and whispered to me and Sam. “Well, do something! I can’t be the only one talking!”

Oh screw it, I’m Rachel Barbra Berry for goodness sakes! I can get both!

Sam nodded and loosened his tie— No vests, thank God. He won’t be turning into Mr. Schue anytime soon— and spoke to our daughter. “So, uh, Lucy. Well, y-you know, how, uh, Natalie has a little brother, Cody, right?”

Lucy nodded, still with her eyebrows scrunched and head tilted slightly to the side. Seriously. Most adorable daughter in the world.

But back to the subject- Maybe we can still get to IHOP. What time is it?

“Well, see, um…Look, Lucy, when Mommy and Dad— wait, no that won’t work for this. Uh…”

Quinn rolled her eyes. (Hot.) “Okay, as painful as this is, we’re going to have to face the music.” (Assertive, get-to-the-point Quinn. Super hot.) “Rachel, well, you go ahead. You’re the one carrying.” (Considerate. Supernova hot!)

Ignoring my thoughts as I sat there consumed with lust— “Baby, you’re gonna be a big sister!”

In no time, the three of us were attacked by a small blur of brown, and immediately a group hug was administered.

“I’m really excited and happy, but I didn’t see any storks at all near us…actually I’m not sure they live in New York!”

Reason number one why I should show Lucy my powerpoint on the talk. (But Quinn said no. ‘No’ Quinn. HOT. …fuck I really want Waffles and Pancakes right now.)

Quinn’s wide eyes and Sam’s gaping mouth wasn’t helping. At all. Fortunately for them, Rachel Berry is on the case. “Let’s all go to IHOP, right now!”

“Yes, yes! Of course, IHOP, let’s go right now!”

“Yeah, International house of pancakes, yeah!”

“But the storks—”

“PANCAKES, Lucy! Pancakes!” Lucy didn’t even finish the sentence before her father picked her up and took her outside the door.

Slender arms snaked around my hips and a soft voice filled my ear. “IHOP was a nice distraction, baby.”

“We wouldn’t need a distraction if you let me show her my powerpoint.”

“Not a chance.”

…

“Hey baby?”

“Yeah?”

“The IHOP thing was pregnancy hormones, huh?”

“How’d you know?”

“Ask your hand where it is.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Santana was the first to arrive at the principal’s office. To be honest, she was hardly...

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 16:58:00 -0500

Santana was the first to arrive at the principal’s office. To be honest, she was hardly surprised anymore. Andrew was a Lopez at heart, and well, Lopez’ just had a knack for trouble. Papi told her it was like some sort of right of passage or something.

As she rounded the corner, she saw something that made her heart break and concern flood through her (But don’t tell anyone that, she’s still Santana Freaking Lopez, she doesn’t do soft). She could hardly stand seeing Berry get emotional, so seeing Mini-Berry crying basically turned her into a soft mush of sad ice cream. (Seriously don’t fucking tell or else)

“Hey Lucy.” Santana sat down next to the crying girl, who was currently balled up in her seat. Geezus, how is this girl so small? She looks like she should be starting kindergarten!

A sniffle and a sob later, the tiny girl looked up to her Aunt’s eyes, with all the sadness a six year old shouldn’t be able to have yet. At that moment, Santana promised herself she would take whatever made her little goddaughter cry to Lima Heights and back. No one messes with family.

“What happened, little girl?” She pulled the girl into her lap and cradled the child. Who the fuck would pick on someone so small and innocent? She was going to kill them!

“S-Someone…they said our family wasn’t normal. That me and A-Andy were freaks. I p-pushed him down a-and then he tried to punch me and then Andy s-said he was g-going to go all ‘Lima Heights’ on him and I-I don’t even know where that is! A-And…And…” The girl trailed off and continued to sob and hiccup into the Latina’s chest as Santana burst with pride. Yeah, that’s right baby boy! Take them all to Lima Heights!

“A-Auntie Tana?” The tiny voice broke her out of her reverie and she responded.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“We’re not…we’re not freaks are we?”

She looked into Lucy’s eyes and saw the defeated look in them. The fear. It reminded Santana of herself.

“Lucy, don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re a freak. You are not, and neither is your family. Love is love, and whoever else that say otherwise, well, tell them to go to hell and just feel sorry for them that they don’t have a kickass family that loves like we do, got that?” Santana smiled as a tiny smile emerged from the little girl’s own lips as she nodded. “Good. Now if anyone else picks on you, tell them you know the Lopez’ and you’re from a town called Lima Heights—”

“I get it, Auntie Tana.” She chuckled a bit and wiped the tears from her eyes, before hugging her Aunt again. “Also, mommy says you’re not supposed to say bad words in front of little kids like me.”

Santana rolled her eyes and smiled. Mini-Berry was exactly what her goddaughter was. “Our little secret, alright?”

And the next time they were called into the principal’s office, it was really no surprise to Santana that Lucy was called in for cussing out a student. A real prodigy.

“Rachel Berry you put that owl sweater down right now!” “But Kurt, she’s six years old!...

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 16:05:05 -0500

“Rachel Berry you put that owl sweater down right now!”

“But Kurt, she’s six years old! She’ll look adorable in this!”

“And be the pariah of the school yard because of poor fashion choices? Not any goddaughter of mine!”

“Um, excuse me, Uncle Kurt, but don’t I get a say in this?”

Kurt turned and crouched down to his little goddaughter’s height and patted her on the head. “Sorry, sweetie, but the last time we let you pick clothes you picked a ridiculously bright orange dress with a huge green flower in front. And while I forgive you because you are young and you live with your mother, I am to make sure that my goddaughter is looking as best as she can.” He paused. “Or, well, if that’s what you want, sweetie. I can’t make this fashion journey for you.”

Alex stood there in complete disbelief at the scene happening in front of him; Lucy agreeing to what his father was saying, Aunt Rachel pouting. Really, he was six years old and he didn’t need any help with his fashion choices.

He shook his head and crossed his arms. If Lucy was going to be his apprentice, then she was going to need a LOT of work.

Going to answer all questions with short stories today

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 15:11:00 -0500

Ask away. :)

~~Edit: Oh god I shouldn’t have done this.~~

…I’m starting to regret not having chosen to take...

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 18:01:00 -0500

…I’m starting to regret not having chosen to take Mama to my school’s Parent-Child Knitting class instead.

Me and Stephie had a PJ party today! He got new Dinosaur...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 03:43:48 -0500

Me and Stephie had a PJ party today! He got new Dinosaur pajamas!

He’s really tired, so it’s time to sleep. Goodnight!

Bethzilla! Of course I hang out with her all the times,...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 03:15:00 -0500

Bethzilla!

Of course I hang out with her all the times, although whenever people ask me if she’s my sister, I have to think about it for a second.

Me, Stephie, Mama, and Mommy! And, for the record, it’s...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 02:29:00 -0500

Me, Stephie, Mama, and Mommy!

And, for the record, it’s true. She loves snuggles! :)

i demand more fababy!

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 01:44:00 -0400

A lot of monsters live under my bed, but you can’t see...

Thu, 20 Oct 2011 03:38:17 -0400

A lot of monsters live under my bed, but you can’t see them- unless you’ve got super powers like Mama or you’re psychic like Mommy.

Today, Mama got sick

Thu, 20 Oct 2011 02:43:45 -0400

Mommy stayed home today with me and Stephie to take care of Mama. So I took this picture and wrote down what they said. :)

Even though Stephie’s just about one now, neither of us need the train or airplanes to help us eat. Mommy insists on doing it anyway- especially to Mama.

Goodnight, Tumblr~

Wed, 19 Oct 2011 03:56:14 -0400

Goodnight, Tumblr~