Easter Sunday

This is how it began. Luke slept in, all cozy on the couch. (He gets transported there in the middle of the night to sleep upright on Mommy when he's sick. It eases the congestion, and we all get more sleep. Sigh. All these things we thought we would never do.)


Richie and Bethany exchanged a few Easter treats in the morning, but assumed Luke would be clueless so didn't get him anything. Boy were we wrong. He had truffle lust.


We wouldn't let Luke eat Daddy's truffles, so he tried different maneuvers to sneak one by us. Here he splats on the floor and scoots away backwards with one.


When we took it away, he threw a tantrum. This boy has a temper. Here's Tantrum, Stage One: flopping on the ground and rolling away, wallowing in his misery.


Tantrum, Stage Two: pleading one more time with a really pathetic lower lip.


Tantrum, Stage Three: still not getting his way, banging his head on the ground. We think he intends to make us feel sorry for him, but we usually just laugh.


After church and morning nap, we headed over to the Sorbellos' place for some deliiiiicious food courtesy of Grammy and lots of relaxation. Before we enter the house, Mom makes her handsome men pose for the camera.


Luke's Easter basket from his Poppy and Grammy was right up his alley: a fork, a spoon, a really cute T-shirt, and a stuffed bunny (which he saw and thought was a cat: "uM" "uM") (that is "Meow," backwards).


There's that "uM" "uM"! (Oh, and Luke's handsome "Papa" too.)


Luke didn't want to spend the beautiful day indoors. (Surprise.) So we all took turns watching him outside. His favorite spot, perhaps, is in Mr. Roger's rocks. He likes to throw the rocks in the gutter. If he's lucky, he makes a splash! Here he sits on the nearby drain adoring his collection of gutter-rocks.


"Excuse me, folks, but I'm in a hurry to do some serious business!"


That "serious business" was trying to find Mr. Roger's "uM" "uM": a big, friendly, cat named Abner.


Where ARE you, silly cat?


The cat eluded us, so Luke went off to play with Auntie Gracie's Kettcar. "Vroom! Vroom!"


Back inside, Luke got tackled by Uncle Shiloh. He wasn't so sure what to think about it.


They don't look alike or anything, do they?




Auntie Sam gave Luke a tutorial on the anatomy of a crutch.






Back outside, bottomless this time.


There are those gutter-rocks again.


Sneakyman knows he is not supposed to go in the street, so he sat on the edge of the sidewalk and slowly scooted down down down into the gutter hoping Mommy wouldn't notice his gradual descent into the street. The dirty water was just so tempting to put the feet in!


All tired out, the men go "ny ny."


Luke is fascinated by Grammy's flowers. We are teaching him the words "pretty" and "gentle": i.e., "Don't rip their heads off, Luke."


And this picture captures the end of the night, when Luke put on a really good show for us all. It was probably one of the funniest things we have ever seen. As Bethany played the piano, Luke danced in the living room: stomping his feet, turning in circles, sticking his mouth out in an O shape like a monkey, wiggling that little O around, making his eyes go cross-eyed, and singing! "O O O O" It was a hilarious end to a fabulous day. (By the way, Luke's new orange t-shirt, from Grammy, says, "My parents are EXHAUSTED.") (Us? Noooo....)