Warning

Never tickle Luke.

This week, Bethany made the horrible mistake of tickling the bottom of Luke's bare foot. His face turned bright red with rage, and then he let loose with a blood-curdling scream.

To apologize, Bethany nursed him. But that was not good enough. The whole time he ate (drank), Luke glared up at her with his furrowed little brow. Apology not accepted.

Okay, okay, we'll never tickle you again!


Luke nestled against his Grammy's bike-riding garb in "The Peanut Shell," his sling.


Bethany has been in a lot of pain and often unable to hold Luke, which has made for a very sad mommy at times! Luke hasn't seemed to care, though. Good ol' oblivious babies. Here they enjoy a few minutes of afternoon sun.


Monkeyman.


Mr. Toughguy in his rugby uniform.


Where's Waldo? ...er... Luke?


Oh, there he is. The little peanut hanging out in his sling.


Luke's feeling his oats and considers himself to be very big. He is one month old Saturday. Shall we celebrate again with milk?


Getting ready for Valentine's Day.


One of Luke's best friends these days is Mr. Giraffe. He loves to sprawl out in his crib, totally happy, engaging in a staring contest with the long-necked creature.


The staring contest continues.


And now, folks, we have a winner. Luke Armstrong wins the grand prize in the staring contest. (Although we hate to admit that his attention span is only about 2 minutes long. Then he is ready for something else... like a staring contest with his dear friend Mr. Lamb.)