Update: Luke

They grow so fast. It sounds so cliche, but its so true. Brody is approaching 14 months, the age Luke was when Brody was born. And Luke is not only speaking in sentences, he's weaving sentences into stories.

Luke turned to Bethany (our babysitter) and said, "Domonique's in the hospital. She has an owie. I got an owie. My toe hit the door."

The other day when Luke wanted a drink, I asked him where his cup was. Usually this is just a rhetorical question. I don't expect that he actually knows. He kept directing me from the table, "right there." I asked him where and he replied, "on the counter (window sill) in the box." Sure enough, there it was.

We've been creating anticipation in Luke by talking about Uncle Jon's wedding. We've told him this summer he gets to ride on a plane and go to Pennsylvania. He talks about it a lot. This is our conversation...
M: Where are we going this summer?
L: Uncle Jon's wedding.
M: How are we getting there?
L: Ride in a airplane and a dump truck.
He says dump truck every time! I have no idea where he got that.
M: Do you know what a wedding is?
L: Yeah. (Confidently, and confused why I would think he didn't)
M: You do? What is it?
L: Its a playground!

I've also been surprised at what he remembers. When he gets books off his bookshelf, or gets out a toy, he will tell you when he got it and who he got it from and he is right!

His seems to be in the phase, "I super strong," "I really fast," and, using the measuring tape, "I tall."

In most cases having the older kids in our home has been really helpful and fun for Luke. He loves them. As you can imagine, he copies much of what they do and say. Which for the most past is not bad. But there are a few things he picks up that aren't so good. One of those things is that he's begun to say, "I don't care." I often say that in the context of where of what we eat for dinner. This is NOT how he says it.
D: Do you need a timeout?
L: I don't care.
I don't think he really knows what he is saying or how to use the phrase. And although its very funny, (we had to keep from laughing the first time he said it) its so not ok.

We've been remodeling our bathroom (which is a whole other post). I was ripping out our old laminate tile, which was really difficult to peel up, so I was making some grunting sounds. Luke came to watch. He said, "I can help ya," started pushing on my back and made grunting sounds. He totally thought he was helping. I thanked him and stood up to gain a little more leverage on this tile. He said again, "I can help ya," grabbed hold of my leg and started hugging it as tight as he could, grunting. So funny!

Luke picked up my eye liner and used it as a microphone. He yells out, "Attention boys and girls, welcome tooooo ___________!"(he would change the last line every time he said it). He said this with all the intonation of an MC! He just amazes me sometimes!

Luke has a book that has very few words in it called, "Big, Little." He can read it himself. I've heard him reading it to himself in his room. We brought this book to Grandma's house and she was reading it to him. I told her he could read to her. So she stopped and asked him to read it to her. He points to a picture and says, "What's that?" Funny what he thinks "reading" is but he took the role and was reading it to Grandma.

Luke's become a backseat driver. In the short trip down the hill and back I heard, "Be careful, Mommy." "Be careful of that car, Mommy." "Watch out for that bike-alo (motorcyle)." "Not this way, Mommy." Sheesh!