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.
1 year ago