Saturday, August 28, 2010

This kid is a genius.

Saturday, August 28, 2010
No, I'm not talking about my kid. I'll brag about him later. I just always have to remind myself that no matter how brilliant I think Luke is, I will always remember this truly genius reading 17 month old. I'm not saying this diminishes Luke's accomplishments in my mind, it just tempers my pride.

Now for bragging about how smart I think my kid is. While helping Emily with her Math, I found Luke taking a baseball hat and blinding himself with it so that he could feel around the kitchen. Of course he peeks a lot, but I thought it was a pretty cute experiment.

Then when I was doing the dishes I found him experimenting with the magnets, trying different places to see if it would stick. He called me over and made a funny face pointing at the door. When I asked him how he knew it would stick he said "cause". He's also found some metal studs in the walls. (By the way, do you like how I was doing productive, useful things in the last two anecdotes? In reality most of my time is spent pretty frivolously eating bon-bons and watching soaps.)

Luke brought me a towel from the kitchen and showed me how he wanted it tied so he cold be "super".

Now for bragging about how cute I think he is. I really can't get over him saying "peanut budder". Music to my ears.

He's decided that all sports-related endeavors must be played with mom's running shoes on. It's quite funny because they're always falling off and he takes it very seriously.

Last but not least is his beloved basketball hoop, which was retrieved after a long absence from under his bed. He's so in love with it that he needs to take it everywhere- from room to room, in the stroller, you name it. He even prayed this week "thank you Pete, Emmy, Nana, Papa, basketball, baseball, football".

There you have it- my brilliant, adorable kid.

Friday, August 13, 2010


Friday, August 13, 2010
I can't not share this story and picture. It gave Mac and I the laugh of the morning.

When you do 'elimination communication' you have a signal with your kid. Ours is "psssss". At first I used it to explain to little 5-6 month old Luke what he was doing when he started to pee. Then I put him on the potty and said "pssss" so that he would repeat the association (kind of like Pavlov's dog, but intentional as opposed to reflexive). Now Luke uses it to tell me when he needs to go so that I can help him get up on the potty (because his language skills don't include "mother, I'm feeling the urge to use the facilities). This morning as I was reading a magazine I heard him say it from the other room and jumped up to help him get on the potty in time. I rushed to the bathroom to find him like this...

Luke was EC'ing Superman telling him "pssss". The student has become the teacher.

Right Place, Right Time, Wrong Camera

Yesterday the weather was perfect so I decided to take Luke to his favorite park by the library. I have never seen it so packed. After 15 minutes there was a mass exodus up to the community center and the mom I was chatting with asked me if I was here for the "Wild Things" show. I had no clue what she was talking about, but she told me about the free wild animal show. Luke said he wanted to see the animals more than play in the sand, so we went. I love it when you happen to be in the right place at the right time and get to see a cool show for free. The only problem is my camera isn't working (I can always count on my cameras being lost or broken). So the pictures are using my phone (which is typical) but they are pretty terrible because there is no zoom.

There was a barn owl...

And a kinkajou (a south american relative of the raccoon that looks like a monkey)...

And a rattlesnake...

and a Spider monkey named Cookie.

I thought it was really fascinating. The company only has animals that got injured and then didn't recover enough to be released in the wild and animals illegally kept as pets that have no survival skills so they can't be released. The demonstrator kept reiterating after every animal that even though he loved the animal and had a lot of fun with it, he was sad that the animal didn't get to live a normal life in the wild. I think the presentation went on much longer, but Luke saw the kinkajou eating a banana and the spider monkey was named cookie and he could not sit still one more minute because he wanted to go home and eat a banana and a cookie. Apparently this kid is highly suggestible.

It was good timing that he wanted to leave because we had to go pick up Peter and Kevin (that's right, Kevin) at the dentist. It was there, while trying to impress Peter, that I saw Luke do a real jump with both feet for the first time. Of course I didn't get the big jumps on video, but that's the way it goes.

Then later I tried to get him on the trampoline after swimming in the pool, but he didn't want me using my phone.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Insults and Jokes

Thursday, August 12, 2010
Mom: [Singing a song]
Luke: [Dirty Look] All finished singing.

[We were watching a show that had music in it]
Mom: Should I dance?
Luke nods yes.
Mom starts dancing.
Luke: [Dirty Look] No. Sit.

This morning we were cuddling in bed as Mac got breakfast started (don't I have a great hubby?). Luke was telling me "Bang!...Big poo...Far away...A lot". I couldn't make any sense of it so I started laughing and called Mac in the room to hear the story. I had Luke repeat what he said so Mac could hear it straight from his mouth. When Mac started to laugh too Luke added "kidding".

Luke: Daddy's at work
Mom: Why?
Luke: Because!

While driving in the car, Luke has started to ask for me to come in the backseat and sit by him.
Luke: Mama come, right there.
Mom: I can't sweetie because I'm driving. Who would drive the car?
Luke: Daddy (sometimes he says Papa).
Mom: But Daddy's not here. Where is Daddy?
Luke: At lunch! (sometimes he says "at work").... Luke sit right there [points at the front seat]
Mom: Oh, honey. You have to get bigger, bigger, bigger.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

13-hour camping trip

Saturday, August 07, 2010
I am a reluctant camper. For some reason I hated it as a kid and have a hard time willing myself to go. Friday I decided to just try it and see if I'm still not a camper. After we went to Peter's basketball game...

we headed up the hill to meet up with some friends. We got there just in time to have a little bit of light to set up our tent. Luke had a blast before bedtime playing with glow sticks and running around our tent. That night he didn't sleep very well, so of course nobody really slept that well. He was up in the middle of the night for a good 20 minutes wanting water and graham crackers. He even wanted to sleep holding a graham cracker, so when I woke up in the morning I found myself on a pillow of crackers. We took a couple of first-camping-trip photos, but they weren't turning out so hot.

Luke and the rest of the boys spent the morning throwing rocks into the stream and goofing around in the car as we took down camp- a great time had by all. Luke was really sad to go home and leave his buddies, but I needed something other than smores and oatmeal in my system.

Down the hill we stopped in Auburn at the Taco Tree. I'm not sure why I love this place, the food isn't really very good. It's just kind of an Auburn tradition. When we got home Luke and I passed out for a couple of hours from all the exhaustion and fun.

ETA: I've decided that I can be a happy camper as long as my family enjoys it (and trips aren't too long unless there is plumbing involved).

Friday, August 06, 2010


Friday, August 06, 2010
A cardboard box can be a sleeping bag...

or a car-zooming ramp...

And goggles can be glasses.

Luke, you never cease to amaze me!

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Things Luke says and does...

Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Monday night my dad was sick, which rarely happens. My mom said this left him a little loopy and sentimental. He was getting teary-eyed talking about how happy he was Luke was born in our family. Later he was watching "Big" (with Tom Hanks) and getting emotional because the boy in the movie is 13 and Peter is now 13. It gets ME a little emotional thinking about how fast Peter grew up and how fast Luke is already growing up. With all the talking Luke does, I know he's not a baby any more (he's still MY baby, though). This breaks my heart, so I'm savoring all it.

How can I resist his request for "Mama come"? Especially when he adds "right there"?

Luke picked this up watching Peter's games. It cracks me up how he picks up on things. The other day we watched a few minutes of Sesame Street and they counted past ten up to thirteen. Sure enough the next day he went all the way up to thirteen. How quickly they learn.

I just hope he doesn't learn too quickly that "wawa" is really water and "mono" does not mean motorcycles or oatmeal. I hope trains are still "choo-choo's" for a while. Oh and he can call himself "Duke" forever as far as I'm concerned.

One thing I DO hope he grows out of, but doubt seriously is not listening to me. I see him experimenting with seeing what happens if he pulls his own hair. I tell him to be gentle with himself or it will hurt. He doesn't believe me and ends up getting a boo-boo face and saying "Ow". I tell him that putting thirteen goldfish in his mouth at a time is too many. He doesn't believe me and wants sympathy when he scares himself choking on them. Someday I hope he can trust me enough to take me at my word instead of having to learn for himself. I'm not holding my breath.

Monday, August 02, 2010

This week

Monday, August 02, 2010
It's same old, same old around here. In no particular order...

Mac took Luke to the library because I was too sick.

Luke likes to try on all of mom's headbands at once. As necklaces. On his face is the candy coating from "treats" that came out of my trail mix. He likes to share with me but takes all of my "treats" and leaves me with peanuts and raisins.

I love it when Luke counts to 10 because he gets stuck doing 6, 7 over and over like a broken record until I say 8.

We got to spend Sunday afternoon at Melanie & Johnny's and Luke really likes playing the drums there. He also loves the food, the attention, the snake upstairs, the chickens out back, and the cat in the yard.

Well, that's about it for now!