Evidence

Our child is like God.

Okay, Luke is very much NOT like God, but the analogy holds true in one puny way:

Although you can't see God, signs of His existence are everywhere you look. One night this week, Luke was playing at Poppy and Grammy's house so we could clean up our apartment, and although Luke was nowhere to be seen, everywhere we looked we saw his signs. They warmed our hearts.

Tiny sweatpants dangling lazily over a kitchen chair.

Green pea hiding happily under the curtains.

Rubber ducky hanging out under Richie's night stand.

Four-inch toothbrush with smashed bristles tucked under the couch.

Q-tips on the toilet.

Q-tips in the bathtub.

Evidence of Luke's existence, like God's, was everywhere and unmistakable.

(And from there, the analogy breaks down terribly.)

(Oh wait, maybe not. Isn't it God who never sleeps nor slumbers? There's another similarity right there...)


HAPPY!!! A brief three-day hiatus of grumpies was rest for our souls. I mean, look at this guy. Soooo excited about life. We figured out why the grumpies came back again. The emergence of his TENTH tooth. Second molar. Ouch.


Hooray for cousin Alexander! He's in town! Luke and he tooted around the neighborhood in Luke's wagon until Luke got grumpy (a first for a wagon ride) and we had to head home. Boy is Alexander CUTE!!! A charming, roly-poly, happy-go-lucky guy full of giggles.


At night, Luke tends to get really hyper, and extremely cute. All three of us end up in fits of laughter. "Extremely cute" and "really hyper" don't go together very well, however. Extremely cute = Mom wants to take lots of pictures. Really hyper = Luke is blurry in all of Mom's pictures.


After a long hyper session, Luke tuckers out.


Then he gets into his fiesty warrior mood and puts on quite the fight to avoid getting his pajamas on.


Strumming Mom's guitar has diminished in its appeal. Now it's fun to hop on.


Yesterday Luke became 11 months old. We remembered at 9PM when he was in the bathtub, hence the following lineup of nakey shots.










"Look, Mom! No hands!"






Happy 11 months! We're grateful for you, our little sweet potato!