An orderly little fellow.

Sometimes the funniest times as a parent occur when your child does not know you are watching his every move. So you just sit there and observe, and wonder what in the world is going through his little head. Because clearly, CLEARLY, there is some sort of orderly thought process.

Luke has made it his daily ritual to walk into his bedroom, pull down the bucket of wetwipes, squat ever-so-perfectly down to the wetwipes' level, gently press the button so the lid opens, pull a wipe out, totter over to the bathroom (wipe in hand), lift up the toilet lid, and deposit the wetwipe into the toilet. Then his task is accomplished, and he hobbles off to play.

We wonder what is going through his little white-topped head. He seems to think wetwipes belong in the toilet, and it is his job to put them there. One per day.

A few days ago he was begging to go outside, so Bethany opened up the front door and watched him teeter out. He rushed toward the stairs (climbing stairs is a current fetish of his), but noticed a cleanly-rolled-up dirty diaper on the ground next to the basket where it normally goes. (Yes, we put our dirty diapers in a basket outside to welcome people into our home. "Hello. Come on in. We have a baby. His diapers are here to greet you. We hope they make an excellent first impression. Be glad his diapers are not stored in the house, however, or you would never dare enter again.") Upon noticing the lonely diaper, Luke halted his rush toward the stairs, squatted (again, in his all-too-perfect little squat), picked up that solitary out-of-the-basket diaper, plopped it into the basket with its dirty-diaper friends, and went on his merry way.

Again, we wondered what in the world was going through his mind.

Oh yes, our little man just this morning noticed a Kleenex on the floor, picked it up, and escorted it to the toilet, where he plopped it in the water, dropped the lid on it, and went to play in his room. And when Richie builds a tower of blocks, Luke removes the blocks one at a time. Slow and steady destruction. And upon noticing a pile of blueberries in front of him, Luke either eats them one by one in size order (largest first, of course), or he will place two together and then pinch both of them up in one fell swoop and eat them that way.

We sure wish we could read his mind, but we are thinking that we might have a rather orderly, methodical little fellow on our hands. Maybe even OCD. (But hey, there's nothing wrong with OCD, is there Shiloh? Bethany? Gracie? Anyone else out there who maybe puts all those M&Ms in color groupings and eats them in rainbow order? Who refills the Brita pitcher after every single use? Who goes back into the kitchen and makes sure all the cupboards are closed because the husband didn't prioritize such an OCD activity? Who checks the lights and the locks 5 times before resting easy in bed at night? Don't pretend it isn't you...)


Mr. Organization himself.


Here he is with his three-weeks-older friend Elaine, the little girl who spent her first six months of life screaming at her grandma. She is now such a happy sweet pea who learned to walk the very same week that Luke did. The two are so very cute to watch. They do a lot of staring at each other.


The manly profiles. (One more babyish than the other.)

We have more pictures to post, but the blogger site is having a temper tantrum. You'll just have to check back another day.

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