The Life of Luke, Continued.

So cozy in Mom and Dad's bed! (Little does he know that because he is a scaryman and can crawl over pillows, we will immediately drag him to his room and he will magically wake up in his own crib.) (This happens 3 times a night on a good night, up to 10 times on the rougher nights.) ("This too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass...")


Our little guy loves to be held, and a stroller just doesn't do. ("This too shall pass...") But the Bjorn frontpack doesn't do anymore either, because he's over 20 pounds and it hurts us. So now we have what we call our "papoose." He is so cozy in there and generally falls asleep.


While Mom's cooking dinner, she never knows what she will turn around to find.


We desperately needed to clean up our patio, but wondered what to do with the little man. Solution: Stick him in a big bucket with Dad's old track shoes. He was happy in there for nearly an hour. Voila.


Voila.


And voila.


Guys' night out! It's off to the rodeo!


(Brave men to take Mr. Luke along...)


And he thinks DOGS are cool???


Sadly devoid of a baby cowboy hat, Luke is happy with Poppy's cap.


We're still not sure what this look was all about.