Luke has two favorite games right now. The first is the same game we've been playing since he could laugh. First it started as "getcha getcha getcha" and then a tickle. I remember him playing it before he could even walk on his own and we'd go round and round the ottomans. Now it has many forms and variations. The best is when it starts with "mean mommy" face because he's in "trouble".
(Time out for self-depreciating sarcasm) Don't be intimidated by my beauty. We're all blessed with different talents, and mine is still being gorgeous with 2nd day greasy hair and no make-up. Don't be tempted to take this photo to your plastic surgeon and ask for an exact replica because I don't think it's possible to be this beautiful artificially. (Sarcasm over)
It's hard to get good video because he finds the camera so distracting. Oh, well. This is a mild reaction to a "mean mommy" face.
The second game is a ball game and it cracks me up. He basically plays fetch with himself by throwing the ball and then running after it. My favorite is the crouching and the running with his little chicken wing tucked under. He's also started another version of this game where he "dribbles" it first by tapping it on the floor. It doesn't leave his hand, but I think he thinks he's dribbling.
This last game I call "race". Sometimes it seems like he's racing and sometimes it seems like he's a quarterback calling out a play. The way he gets himself set to run cracks me up- and nobody ever told him that's what you do. Maybe he picked it up from his ESPN exposure at Grandpa's.
1 year ago