Snowpocalypse

Nothing much has been accomplished today. I passed a few levels of Super Mario with my husband on the wii, beat everyone at pinnochle (but I'm an awful player, so I have no idea how that happened), and googled John Stamos to see if he's available for my mom. I think I might have moved some laundry to the dryer, but it's not folded so I'll have to do it all over again. Lazy days like this are fabulous. We'll see if I think the same thing tomorrow.

Luke has changed so much. He has three teeth and one more popping through on top. The other day we got a free board book from Aldo's work. While we were there, I let him "read" it, which was basically him sucking on the pages. I wasn't paying attention to him until I felt a whole bunch of drool in my hand. I took the book out of his mouth and an entire chunk was missing out of the corner! Goodness, he's in the stage where he starts eating the things that probably aren't safe... like marbles, pennies, and game pieces. I know my sister and I have some stories. I'd rather he not have any.

He also army crawls everywhere; rolls; and sometimes gets on his hands and knees, rocks back and forth, and then plunges forward. He is quick! I have to keep an eye on him because he finds every little speck in the carpet. Who would've thought we still have fake Christmas tree needles around the house? 

Aldo's work also gave us a maraca, which Luke absolutely loves. He shakes it perfectly. And hits his head with it too. He has a bunch of other toys, thanks to Christmas, but I think this one is his favorite. All the others he'll either grab because he can suck on the strings or tags.

Oh, and he's learned some phrases and words. He can't say them, but I know he understands. While he's eating, I'll ask, "Mas?" and he'll turn away from whatever he's looking at and open his mouth to take the next bite. When he's playing with balls (pelotas), I'll ask for it and he'll put the ball in my hand. And then take it back and suck on it. It's a back and forth game. Recently we've been trying to teach him "No". I'm afraid that will be the first word he says. Who wants that to be their child's first word? Nobody. But we have to say it because he likes to grab onto the glass sliding door on our tv stand.

There's other things he does and I can only think of a few (sitting here as I watch him). He likes to crawl to the linoleum in our kitchen. It's just so much cooler than carpet! He nods his head... I call it "rocking out", but we haven't quite figured out why he does it. He gives kisses, only to a select few. He likes to look at your feet. Weirdo. I use that sometimes if he starts getting fussy before we have a bottle prepared. He'll be sitting in his bumbo, and I'll just play peek-a-boo with my feet over the side. And what I love most, he'll sing himself to sleep. It is so precious. It just reminds me how sweet and innocent he is.
It reminds me of myself when I was little.