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This is you. You are now two years old. Incredibly adorable and full of personality. You are spunky, energetic, opinionated, and so cute we can’t stand it. I can’t believe you’ve been in our lives for two years already. It seems like you’ve always been a part of us, but also like we just brought your home from the hospital. You were such a quiet, calm newborn I wondered if that personality would stick. It didn’t.
You are talking a lot more now and you copy funny noises that people make. You also copy odd gestures that people do. You try them out and laugh at yourself. You yell a lot too. Your brother and sister always are trying to get you to do something and you scream at them so loudly if they try to control you! They don’t stop though until we jump in. There is so much yelling. If they kiss you or hug you when you don’t want it- you scream, “OW, OW” repeatedly-and often fall to the floor dramatically. Or you’ll throw yourself down in protest and then lift an arm up for us to assist you in getting up.
Thankfully, when you wake up in the morning or from naps you love to greet everyone with a hug and kiss them and a soft, “hi.” It is all of our favorite daily moment with you. I love getting you up when you are all warm, calm, and snug. You still have a bit of that special Lucas babyish smell and I have take it all in while you let me. You like me to wrap you in your blanket and put my head on your lap. We sit quietly for about one minute and then you are ready to get running.
Lucas, you love cars. You have a car in your hand all the time. They drive a little and crash into things often. You love when we walk through parking lots and cars are backing out and pulling in. You scream, CARS! CARS! OH CARS! so excitedly. You carry around your hard giraffe and polar bear sometimes too…but nothing beats out the cars. You like to make roads out of blocks for your vehicles and they drive on it for a few minutes and then you throw the giant, heavy blocks across the room. It’s dangerous around here. Milo and you chase each other wildly through the house many times a day too. Sometimes you scoot on your riding cars and sometimes he chases you with balls. All balls in our house are called, “fireballs!” and that must be yelled while attacking each other with them. So, yeah… it’s loud here too.
You like to sit on mommy and daddy’s lap a lot. You do not like anyone else to sit there. You do not like to be confined anywhere either. You get mad if people even sit on both sides of you. You do not like to be flipped upside down or leaned back in any abnormal sort of way. Your siblings love that stuff, but not you. You take off your clothes a lot too.. and your diaper. That’s fun. Socks don’t last 5 minutes on your feet either. You keep us busy baby.
Photographs have you very interested lately. You name everyone in the photo except yourself. You call yourself Milo. We’ve tried to teach your name, but you won’t have it. Water is also very popular right now. Washing your hands is one of your favorite things to do. You grab the foot stool and push up your sleeves and go crazy splashing around. We have to carry you out of there kicking and screaming eventually. You’d run the water for hours if we would let you. You also love drinking water out of normal cups. If we hand you any lidded cup you cry and tell us “no” SO angrily. You want cup after cup of water just so you can act so grown and casual while you wander around drinking (and spilling) it. You do often get the kitchen towel and clean up the floor though. You like to help me clean up when you are in a good mood. You like to dust and put laundry away and sometimes you’ll help clean up your toys.
At nap time you usually tell me that your “tied” (tired). You like to walk up the stairs to your room and not be carried. You hop in your rocker and I rock you for a few minutes. I have to watch you sleep for a few minutes before I leave so I can try and memorize that sweet, peaceful, little face of yours. I know how quickly you will grow. You still hold on to my hair as you fall asleep. My sweet baby.
You love for the family to be together. You don’t like when some people go off to the store or outside without the other half. You must be included in all outings. If anyone puts on a coat you are all over the backdoor yelling for your coat and shoes and you want to “Go! Go!”. You still love just wandering around our backyard. You are brave enough to climb our fort ladder and go on the slide now. You do it about 100 times in a row and you are so happy while doing it.
I thought we might be passed the messy, into everything stage, but we are not. You still can hurricane any space. Yes, hurricane is now a verb. You will empty any box, drawer, container, closet, any vessel onto the floor and spread it or throw it to all four corners of the room. We’ve had to rearrange so many closets and drawers just to keep you out of danger. All of our higher up storage spaces are a disaster from holding all of the lower spaces stuff. You also really enjoy putting things down our air vents-straws, Cheerios, dogfood, spoons, cards, etc. “Uh-oh mommy,” you say afterwards. Uh-oh indeed Lucas.
Lucas we love you to pieces. You are loud and messy, but we can’t imagine a day without you. Your cute little walk and your fast run. The way you laugh and your hilarious expressions. Your big eyes and thin hair. The way you hug us so tightly and lean your head on us. Happy second birthday my baby boy. We are so lucky to have you.
February 20, 2013
So big, so fast. I see the days just flying by with you. I understand why the baby of most families is baby-ed. We try to hang on to the precious young days knowing what is to come. The big kid days have their perks too, but nothing is like the loveable, cute baby ones.
Lucas you are full of personality. You are our most “into everything” baby. You just can’t help yourself. We can’t leave any chairs next to our desks or you are up on them banging on computers and drawing on the screens. You love to find markers and crayons and draw on walls and floors. You very much enjoy emptying out cabinets and drawers still too. If we sit a drink down you are all over it…splashing in it or knocking it over. When you dump millions of things on the floor and I say, “Lucas, what have you done?” You say, “UH OH Daddy” and you tilt your head sideways and put one arm out to survey the mess. I don’t know why you blame daddy,but you do.
You finally are getting some words. Mommy and Mama happened last month and they are so cute. You say, uh-oh, ow, puppy, baby, rain, tweet, rough, meow, cookie, cracker, diaper, drink, milk, blanket, Milo, Keely, and Caribou now. You sing songs too. You laugh a lot and try to make us laugh by being silly. You are so into cars right now. You almost always have one in your hand. You drive them all over the furniture and floor. You try to copy how Milo plays too. You like books with animals and babies in them. You say, “Aw,” to every cute thing you see. When you get hurt you yell, “Ow” really loud and run to me for comfort. You get over your injuries quickly.
Your favorite thing to do is to play outside. If anyone goes out without you, you stand at the baby gate and scream like crazy. Begging for us to put on your shoes and take you too. You love pushing your shopping cart and dump truck outside and carrying around rocks. Sometimes you will lay on the ground and watch the tree branches sway in the wind. Super cute. You also enjoy watching cars out our porch door. Highly entertaining.
You only take one nap a day now and you still wake up at night at least once. You love for me to wrap you in a blanket when I rock you, but you don’t like your feet covered ever! You don’t like blankets on you when you sleep and you love to smoosh yourself against walls. You still hang on to my hair when you fall asleep. You also are starting to like food. You love sitting in your chair at dinner time and using a spoon. You make a mess, but at least you are finally trying real food!
You and Milo get along most of the time. Milo gets frustrated that you take all of his things and mess up his projects though. He does take care of you and cleans up some of your messes. He also shares his cars with you. You give him hugs when he is near or when he gets hurts. You pat his back and say, “K?” You let Keely hold and carry you around a lot. You even reach your arms up for her to pick you up. This just melts her. You love to greet her when she comes home from school do and you two have a special night time kiss you do that makes you giggle like crazy.
You like people a lot. You always want them to look at you and you want to show them things. You yell bye-bye to them when they walk away. You like to go places a lot. You want us to go somewhere everyday. I don’t know why though. You scream and yell at stores still. I guess you just like checking out the new scenes and people….not the boring shopping part.
I love you so much Lucas. You bring me so much joy and I love being your mommy. I want you to stay little awhile longer so slow down please. I need to cuddle with you and rock you to sleep more. I need you to run to me full speed with arms reached out and a giant smile on your face some more. I want you to be happy sitting on my lap and leaning on my shoulder for many more days to come. You have your whole life to be a big person, so let’s soak up these little one days more.
October 29, 2012
Lucas how can you be 18 months old! I just can’t get over how fast these young ages go by. You have quite a big personality and we all just love you so much. You roam around the house freely and you have lots of little activities that you like to do. Lots of them are things we’d like for you to not do, but there is no stopping you. Any cabinet or door that is not locked, you will get into to. You love tearing up rolls of toilet paper, dumping out all the contents of drawers, removing batteries from any device, throwing dishes all over floors and stuffing straws down the heater vents. If we leave anything within your reach, your baby radar goes off and you are on it. You zoom to it to take, dump, or hide the object.
You finally are able to climb up on chairs now and, of course, then lay on top of tables. You also have learned to move big chairs where you want them and climb up anywhere you’d like to be! Fah-bu-lous. You are on our computers often banging on the keyboard and checking over your shoulder to see if we are coming. Last night, you got on daddy’s computer and had a google search up for the lyrics to “Come all Ye Faithful.” What?
You always have something in your hand. A small toy, piece of chalk, cracker, or a handful of pebbles. You study them for awhile and then just carry them around until you find a good replacement. Outside, you love our gravel pit in the playground. You pick up rocks and stuff them inside of containers, shovel them into piles, carry them, and try to sneak the tastiest looking one into you mouth. When I catch you, you spit and say, “yuck.” and look at me like I made you eat something gross. You don’t really like food still. Crackers, cookies, chips, and peas are all you actually eat. Good thing I’m a milk machine for you. You like to nurse whenever you want to. If I sit down, you zip over to me and start yelling at me. You have the loudest yell of all of our children. It is ear piercing. Thankfully, it doesn’t last too long. You often throw yourself to the floor while you scream in protest to some offense. You then run to a person who did not divert the offending behavior looking for sympathy. You usually calm down quickly.
You love markers—bright ones and unwashable ones! You eye markers whenever Keely and Milo have them and as soon as you have an opportunity to sneak one, you do. We realize you are out of sight and know right where to find you. Behind the chair in our library. You have marker all over yourself. It’s always blue, green, or red and looks very lovely covering your body. You run when find you and then point to your skin and gasp in shock at these foreign marks. You, my sweet, are a handful.
Lucas you are also so very loving and sweet. You shower us all with hugs and kisses. You like to be carried and cuddled. You pat our backs and say, “aaaaw” to us. You wrap your arms around our legs and squeeze us tightly. If anyone lays on the floor, you quickly get over there to plop down next to them and lean your head next to theirs. No one can get enough of your sweet baby love.
You don’t have too many words still. You have started making lots of animals noises lately and nature sounds like thunder and rain. You say, “daddy” a lot and “I…I….I….I”. Words aren’t your thing yet. You bring me books to read, you bring me balls to throw for you and point to the toys you want down from your shelf.
You love to get your shoes on to go outside and you like riding in your stroller when we are out and about, as long as it is outside. You and stores/shopping are a bad combination. You scream and cry and throw things and try to jump out of the cart. We hold you and you twist and squirm. It is impossible to shop. Who needs food anyway?
You love Caribou and sometimes you are gentle to him and pet and kiss him, other times you chase him relentlessly and he growls and snaps at you. You think it is just hilarious.
Your brother and sister fight over you all the time. They want your hugs, kisses, and attention and get so upset if one of them gets it and the other doesn’t. It often becomes a big issue. Thankfully, you still keep doling out the love.
Lucas, we are so thankful for having you in our lives. I feel so lucky to spend my days with you-watching you explore and receiving so much of your sweetness. You are so cute that it hurts and you are funny and all that love is just so good. I don’t know what I would do with you my baby. Thank you for being mine. You are wonderful pook-pook.
August 21, 2012
Lucas my boy, you are 15 months already. I can’t stand it. Please stay little longer. Well, you are physically little at least. You are only in the 15% for size. You are our smallest baby. You do have a big personality though. You are just full of life baby. You clap and “yay” us and everyone around you, anywhere that we are. Even the grumpiest souls break out into a smile and clap their hands and “yay” you in return. How nice that is for you to lighten up life for others? You wave bye to everyone too.
You don’t really talk much still, not with real words anyway. You have a pretend mimicking kind of talk you do. We’ve got no idea what you are saying, but you seem pleased with it. You have an adorable crooked little smile. Your bottom jaw goes to the side when you smile. You hair is lightening up now. You may end up being blonde too. Your eyes are just as sparkly as your siblings too.
You run at full speed through the house. Milo and you chase each other and scream while you do it. Our house is noisy. You love flopping on pillows and our couch. Anytime anyone is on the floor- you immediately run to them and lay across their head. If their head is not down, you try to push it to the floor so you can lay on it. Strange. You still pull my hair a ridiculous amount and love to hold it while you go to sleep.
You just started taking a seriously short nap in the am and a longer one in the afternoon. I think soon you’ll be down to one a day. I hope it’s a good one. You can wear your momma out. You still love to throw all the contents of every drawer on to the floor and every book of the bookcase into a heap on the floor. Sometimes you’ll just sit in front of the book case and fling books off one at time -super speedy- right over your shoulder. Fling, fling. fling.
I love how you cross your feet when you sit and when you nurse. So cute. The sweetest development this month has been kisses. You pucker your little lips and make a smooch sound as you give us kisses and you hug us so tightly and pat us on the back. I can’t get enough of that combination. It rocks. I love it. I want more. Please don’t stop. Thanks.
Food is not of interest to you still. Except tortilla chips and popcorn pieces. You’ll run for those treats. You also run to hear a song you like or people clapping. If you hear the clapping, you must join in and you look to us all to clap and yay too. You’re fun like that Lukie-Schmookie. We all call you schmook-pook and pook pook now. I can’t explain these weird names my babies get, but you just have to roll with it.
Whenever I change your clothes you think we are going somewhere and you happily assist the change and then you start waving and saying, “bye bye” until we do leave. If we don’t go anywhere, you act very confused.
Milo is sharing his toys with you now and you love playing with the giant trash trucks and pushing them around the house. You also like cups and boxes and putting things inside of them. If I leave you in your room for a minute and you don’t want to be in there, you start throwing your toys over the gate and making them bounce down the stairs. You have a lot of heavy, wood toys, so that’s a lot of fun. I can’t believe the things you can lift over the baby gate and throw. It’s comical. One day your bed will be out there.
Lucas, you are a beautiful baby who brings light into all my days. I’m glad to be your mommy. Thank you for snuggling with me at night and petting my head. Thank you for sweet kisses and forehead sucks and for leg hugs. Thank you for lifting your arms for me to carry you. Thank you for being mine little pook pook.
May 21, 2012
You cute little guy. You seem to grow before my eyes now. Each time I look at you I just can’t believe how big you are. You are shining more and more each week. You’ve got spunk and preferences and silliness and sweetness all wrapped up in your yummy little self.
You often come over to us and wrap an arm around us for leg hug or flop against us for a quick cuddle. We all freeze and take you in when the moment comes. Even the siblings now how sweet those times are. Sometimes you are very still and we get to cuddle and rub your skin or just breath you in and that is wonderful.
You love getting into drawers and cabinets. I can’t believe the quickness of your disasters. You try to reach into anything that looks interesting. I put a few latches on a couple of cabinets, but mostly we just have to let this stage pass. You spend most of your day toddling around opening up things finding interesting items carrying them around banging on things and then pushing your wagon around.
You love to say uh-oh. It usually follows you throwing things where they shouldn’t be repeatedly. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. AAAAAAAH-ooooooooooh. You think you are funny. You also clap a lot and say, “Yay!” You love music too. You drop everything to find the source of it and listen to it. You’ll do a little swaying dance too. You hum songs that you know and will listen to any tune that comes your way. You prefer women’s voices. You do not like to be sung to though. I try lullabies with you, but you won’t have it. You fight against nap time almost every day. You scream and protest no matter how tired you are, no matter what time I try to help you to sleep-earlier, later- you just must protest loudly. I won’t miss that passing. You love to find noisy objects to bang on other noisy objects too. You watch our faces as you do it.
You still love climbing on people. If you see a body on the floor, you are ON it. Usually, you lay across our heads. You love to pet Milo’s hair now. He loves that. You’re very gentle about it too.
Music has you very interested. You hum songs that you know and will listen to any tune that comes your way. You prefer women’s voices. You do not like to be sung to though. I try lullabies with you, but you won’t have it. You fight against naptime almost every day. You scream and protest no matter how tired you are, no matter what time I try to help you to sleep-earlier, later- you just must protest loudly. I won’t miss that passing.
We adore you Lucas. You make us all smile with you sweetness and all your little ways.
March 27, 2012
My little Schmookers loves to open and close doors on me. He sometimes slams them quickly and runs away giggling and other times it’s a more slow-mo / peek-a-boo kind of thing. He just laughs and laughs at me as he does it. So cute.
It’s so easy to make him happy.
Oh, did you see that his room was featured on Apartment Therapy last Friday? I thought that was pretty fun. Check it out here.
March 12, 2012
This room used to be my craft room. It was disorganized and upstairs, so not very practical either. Once Lucas was here, we decided it would be better to convert this upstairs room into his room. We cleaned it out (now all my fabric is in bags in the attic!?) and painted it pale yellow. It is the sunniest room of the house. He was so happy when we gave him his own baby space where he could crawl around and not have us deterring him (like we have to do downstairs).
This is the left side. The cubby shelving serve as his dresser for now. The mobile was his birthday present last week. It’s so awesome and fun to watch. I’ve got a thing for mobiles.
No seriously. I love mobiles. I have to refrain myself from hanging things from the ceiling in every room of our home. This mobile even has glow in the dark parts! WHAAAAT? Yeah, it does.
So awesome. Mmmkay. Moving along.
Here he’s got his little star night light (from Ikea) and our what-would-we-do-without-you noise machine/sound spa thing there. The little framed prints are free from Mr. Printable. Cute, no?
Now for the right side of the room. The large mirror used to be over a vanity in my grandparent’s house. We saved it knowing that we’d use it some day. It’s really large and heavy. It is also perfect for playing, kissing yourself in, and seeing around the whole room. That shelving unit holds lots of stuff. The top is full of all the children’s toys that used to be in our old playroom.
The lower shelves are for Lucas. They are great because they are so low and accessible to him. Yeah sure he likes to clear everything off of them with wild sweeping arms and then crawl through it like a tunnel, but I guess I’d do that too if I was his size.
Lucas loves this old kindergarten classroom dollhouse. The lid flips open and closed and the windows are the perfect size for reaching through and grabbing toys. Open, close, open, close, back and forth, back and forth. Go crazy baby!
His scarf/silks rack that I previously wrote about is in the corner there .
Lucas has a queen-sized bed… on the floor. I know. I know. I was very hesitant about this. I didn’t want it to look all sloppy and flop house like, but it’s not so bad in appearance and all the children love it. It’s the best bounce spot. Lucas loves sitting on it and playing and looking out his window. I’m working on a few more star pillows for his bed too. One looks a little lonely.
O.k. there ya have it. I hope you enjoyed the very formal baby room tour. Please return your headsets at the courtesy desk before you leave.
*****Oh and just for fun- this is what the room looked like when we bought the house…
and while renovating…
March 5, 2012
We finally had a little party for Lucas. He’s not much of a food eater. He didn’t even try a cupcake. He did smoosh it with his hand though. He was thrilled with his little new toys and everyone cheering him on. He was all smiles. Lucas isn’t too hard to please usually. I hope that personality trait sticks around. Whenever he starts getting cranky, I can just take him up to his room for a little quiet play time. He will happily play on top of me or toddle around in his space. We all kind of gravitate to his room. It’s a nice, sunny place on most days. There’s also pretty things to look at.
We all love the scarf wall. I made it in about a half hour one day and surprisingly it has held up. Lucas sits under it and flaps all the scarfs around or pulls one down for peek-a-boo. Keely takes them and ties them around herself for dress-up costumes. Milo uses them for nature scenes (water, grass) and he makes a “machine” with all the clips as buttons and gears. The machine can make all sorts of things. I think it’s just pretty to look at.
One of Lucas’ favorite things is these small lidded baskets. I always put little things in them and it is usually the first thing he goes to in his room.
I could barely take a picture of the baskets because he won’t leave them alone. Take the lid off, put it back on. Take out the toys, put them back in. Eat the basket, throw the basket. He just loves them. If you have a little one, I highly recommend finding yourself some.
Maybe I’ll do a little photo room tour of his space if anyone is interested.
February 27, 2012
You are one Lucas! You’ve made one trip around the sun here on Earth. How lovely and wonderful you are and how happy we all are to have you. Last month you started walking and within 3 days you pretty much had it mastered. You zoom around the house so fast. You really tire yourself out now though. After about 3-4 hours you’re ready to crash.
You’ve started a lot of really cute things this month, besides walking. I mean a short little walking person is pretty adorable. You really are enjoying the little red wagon. You sit in it for us to push you and you love to just push it around the house. You scream when you crash into something and can’t maneuver it any further. Once you get it free (or we help you) you push it really fast and say, “Weeeeeee, Weeeeee,”.
You’re into rocking chairs too. You know how to sit and rock it, but mostly you like to sit backwards in them and stand.
Your vocabulary is growing. Now there is a happy little “Yay!” and attempting to clap your hands. You say, “momma” pretty good now. You also say, “Keely”. When daddy leaves to go to work you run to the back door and yell, “BYE! BYE!” and wave your hand over and over. You’re too much. You melt us with your yumminess.
Your teeth seem to be coming all at once now and giving you lots of trouble. You do look cute with all those toofers.
You love to open and shut doors and cabinets. You go in a room and close the door and then open them just a little bit and say, “HI!” and then quickly close it again to repeat the game. One of the sweetest developments is that you now walk towards us with wide open arms whenever we come into view for a giant hug. You hug us so tightly and for so long. It is wonderful. Now you’ll also lay on us sometimes in a very sweet calm way. When you wake up from your nap you sit up on your bed and stare at the door until I come in. When I come in you smile and put your arms up for me. I hug you and we lay and love on your bed for a few minutes. You are so very loveable in those moments. I try to turn on the recorder in my mind at those times. Such sweetness that I don’t want to forget.
Milo and you chase each other through the house for good portions of the day. He rarely leaves you alone. He loves to play your toys and make up games for you to play with him. You cooperate sometimes. He likes to carry you around and you don’t go for that so much.
It’s been a really mild winter here but we had some cold weather. I got you a few of those fleece footed pajamas and after two nights you developed eczema. We switched back to loose cotton clothes, but the eczema seems here to stay. I’m so sorry you inherited that gene from me. We now have to be so careful of your skin. Anything can start a new rashy spot. My poor baby boy. I know it can be far worse, but skin issues are no fun. I hope there is a magic cure in your lifetime. In the meantime, I’ll do my best to keep you comfortable.
You still love Caribou, but he is not too fond of you. Every time he barks you come to me and tell me…”Car-ooo bark.” You like to take his toy from him and grab his hair. You don’t get that gentle thing yet.
You like to explore your toys a lot now. You will sit and open and close things or move beads or pages very deliberately and with much concentration. I love watching you. You are into balls right now and push toys too. You still love to climb up on your giant bed and play with a toy too. You get something and then climb up there all by yourself and have a good ole time for a few minutes.
You love to go in the kitchen and tear things out of the cabinets now. We didn’t put up latches and we’re hoping not to. You enjoy taking every Ziploc bag out of the box and every container lid out of the drawer. You found my cabinet of glass pitchers and brutally threw one on the floor before I could stop you. I scooped you up quickly and cleaned up the mess. Within minutes you were back for another round. I’m going to have to do some rearranging I guess. Post-it notes are also a hoot. You really enjoy flipping the pages like a flip book and then tearing each one off. Good fun messes around here.
You are a sweet little boy who is so loved. You are so lucky to have siblings who adore you. I hope you three stay close and always have each other. Keely and Milo were so sad that you started walking. They wanted you to stay a little baby forever. I promised them that toddler Lucas will be wonderful and fun too. I love you pook-pook my little schmoo-cas. Happy First Birthday baby boy. You are the little bringer of light we hoped for.
February 19, 2012
Lucas you are the fastest crawler. You are everywhere and we spend most of our time chasing you. You still crawl with one leg bent up-not on its knee. You love to hold loud, heavy objects in one hand while you crawl so that it bangs on our wood floors. Bang, slap, bang, slap. You can make it up about 6 stairs super speedy and we come to rescue you. We have to put up the stair gate now I think. You are trying to climb up things and starting to stand on your own also.
You are finally eating some bananas and cheerios and very much enjoying giving half of them to Caribou. You lure him over with your treats and then try to get a handful of his hair. He's a bit afraid of you. You yell and talk really loudly and you dance and wiggle anytime you hear music. You make the sound of "pretty" when you look at lovely little things. You have one and a half toofers. You often bite my face with them. You still pull and yank and eat my hair at every opportunity. You insist on falling asleep with it in your hands. You still love crawling full speed towards my face if I'm on the floor. Your mouth is wide open and you say, "AAAAAAAAH!" as you come in for the full face suck.
You can't stand to have your diaper changed or to get dressed. I try to give you little treasures to hold while I speedily change you but you won't have it. You squeal and flip and try to zoom away from me screaming. You also will not lay on your back for any other reason either, like your momma's monthly picture session. I gave up this month. You refused to lay for one second.
Our annual Christmas photo was a difficult task, but we did manage one nice one. You've got places to go and things to do right now and you've got no patience for this whole stillness thing. I get it Lucas. There's been lots of protesting from you this month. You scream and throw your head back and arch your back or turn into a wet noodle when we do anything you do not like. Such as saving you from any given dangerous situation.
We spend most of December sick with colds and then ear infections and you got Bronchilitis too. You would cough so much you could catch a breath. I'd run you to the bathroom and turn on the hot water so the steam would help you. I'd rock you and sing with you until you could breath. It was so scary. You couldn't sleep much either because you had such trouble breathing. It was so rough.Thankfully, the house was healthy for Christmas week. You didn't enjoy our night outings much. Trapped in a car seat in the cold darkness is not your ideal of fun. You did love the Christmas tree. Pulling it branches wildly and ripping off strands of lights and shaking them around as pine needles littered the floor. Good times.
Keely has started carrying you around and taking on a babysitter role with you. Sometimes you will go along with it. She loves when you go to her or lay your head on her shoulders. Milo adores when you try to eat his face or pull his hair. He is always laying in your path in hopes that you will do it. You still do not like other people outside of our family to hold you. You turn away from them if you think they might try to hold you.
On Christmas day you finally started saying, "Ma, Ma!" I don't know if you are saying it at me or it's just the sound. I'll take it either way.
December 27, 2011