Funny nothings.

Sarah: "Popeye's Chicken, here we come!"
Luke: "Baaaaawk! Baaaawk!"

Gracie: "What's the matter with him?" (an exceptionally grumpy evening)
Bethany: "EVERYTHING's the matter."

Bethany: "Yeah, so lately he's been running in circles and screaming at night before bed." (note: happy screams)
Gracie: "Well, I suppose there are worse things to do."

Sarah, noticing all the crackers and cheerios collecting in Luke's car seat: "It looks like you have a buffet in your seat, Luke!"

Sarah: "Luke's going to be really unhappy if you have another baby, Bethany."
Bethany: "Why's that?"
Sarah: "He'll get mighty jealous. Just how I did when my brother came out of nowhere. Then he grew up and got MARRIED!!!"

Richie: "Stop, Luke, STOP!" This was heard loud and clear above the country music blaring in the apartment. Bethany whirled around, concerned something terrible was happening.
Bethany: "What was he doing?"
Richie: "He was dancing in circles so hard that he was going cross-eyed and wobbling around."
Yes, Luke was dancing around the living-room rug to country so hard that he became cross-eyed and dizzy. That's our boy.

Last week's trip to Wal-Mart: Bethany turned around and Luke and Sarah were nowhere to be seen. "Don't panic, stay calm, it's not like he can outrun you..." But after looking up and down every aisle three times (this is a Super Wal-Mart, by the way) (they were gooooone), she finally asked every worker she saw if they noticed "a little one-year-old with white-blond hair and a cute girl with Down syndrome wandering around anywhere." Every answer was, "No..." Heart was thumping, Bethany was praying... Then, sauntering out of the men's restroom, come Luke and Sarah. Sarah reported, matter-of-factly, "Well, Luke decided to go into the men's bathroom so I had to go in and get him!" (Now Mom and Dad have purchased Luke a harness. Never to be lost again. Scary.)

And speaking of lost, Bethany and Richie were leaving Bethany's parents' house and couldn't find her keys anywhere. Finally, out of desperation, Richie asked Luke, "Luke, WHERE are Mama's KEYS???" Luke looked at him seriously for a moment, then walked determinedly to the big jug of wheat in her parents' kitchen, lifted up the big, heavy wood lid, and pointed. There, sitting on the pile of wheat kernels, were Bethany's keys.


A February 13th photo shoot. Sunny, windy day in Davis. Look at the hair.


Luke must always be walking with a stick.


"I am a poor, wayfaring stranger..."














Mom and Dad took off to Florida, so Sarah got (?) to spend lots of time with the Armstrongs. Including one night spending the night at our apartment on the living-room floor. Richie picked her up to take here here at 9:30PM so her routine would be only minimally disrupted. She was ready for the night in Grandma's watermelon slippers and a gigantic sweatshirt.


Luke loves plopping in Sarah's lap. (Especially when he gets to watch T.V.)


Here are some shots from Valentine's Day. A typical day, wandering around for hours outside. Of course the poor boy was forced to wear red for the day (cheesy, cheesy Mom). (At least she didn't make him wear pink.)










Some of the pictures of Luke running reminded us of some pictures we had seen of Richie. So we posted a couple of them just for fun. This one is when Richie was about a year-and-a-half old.




And this is when Richie was right about the age Luke is now.





Hee hee! This his how Luke stands up after he falls. He spreads his legs very far apart and makes a triangle, then slowly raises up that babytorso.


Time for more adventuring. Serious business, you know.


How cute is Luke's point? He spies a ball.


Later he discovered friend Elaine's pumpkin and tried to pick it up with loud grunts.


Happy guy, just roaming around, our little free-range chicken. These photo shoots give you a pretty good idea of Bethany's life on an average day. She spends a lot of time alone, and follows Luke around wherever he pleases.


This, promise, was an accidental shot. Luke wanted to see the camera, so Bethany held it out, and when he attacked her with a spontaneous, open-mouth kiss, she started laughing and clicked.


Onward for more adventures.


Notice, again, the hair.


Hee hee hee!


"What's in your mouth, Luke?"


"Nothing, Mom..."


Luke survived yet another bad fall onto the asphault. His forehead looks like Mom painted it red for Valentine's Day.


These two shots look like Luke is performing for a cereal commercial.




He's got the twinkle.


Mommy is very proud of her two handsome men. They gave her a wonderful Valentine's Day.


(I mean, what could be better than getting to hang out with THIS guy all day?!!)