Old Age

Luke is 8 months old today. We have found that the delight he gives us has increased exponentially. (Stop! Stop! We're going to explode!) Every day brings hilarious stories, and laughter up the wazoo.

Recent amusement: Yesterday after a bath, Luke was playing naked in his crib. (Not much has changed in the past 8 months in terms of his love for being nude.) Suddenly Luke clung to the crib rails, stared at us with his mouth clenched tight, turned red, and made a straining noise. We looked at each other with that knowing, worried look; and without a word, Richie rushed to the crib and snatched Luke up while Bethany ran over to grab a diaper. Too late. Richie hung Luke upside down to prevent gravity from working its wonders on the big brown treasure decorating Luke's back side.

May the adventures never cease.


Here's a picture of Richie at about Luke's age. Mwah! So cute!




At least Richie modestly covered himself with leaves. (Luke, take note of your father's decency.)


Life doesn't get much better than gnawing on a carrot while wearing an unfastened diaper, into which an egg yolk dropped during lunch, then crawling around and spreading the egg yolk all over the living room. Life at its finest.


This morning on his 8-month "birthday," Mom insisted on a few photos of the Armstrong men.