Baby Fight Club

Luke's face always looks terrible!  He's a super active boy that seems to always be getting hurt.  Sometimes other people's fault, but often just his own.  Looks like he seriously goes to a baby fight club.

Last week he got a black eye.  The pictures didn't turn out well, but his face was so funny!  He had a busted lip, a black eye, 2 big scratches, a massive goose egg, and then just 3 regular greenish/purplish bruises.

Gotta love crazy little boys!!!!

Too Much TV

Look how his places is set.  Yes, he does this all by himself.  He puts everything in it's right spot and is crazy OCD about it. If I only put a fork on the table, he goes and gets the rest of the stuff.  He also has not been a fan of the paper goods we have been sporting lately during survival mode. "The fork goes, here, the knife goes here, the cup, napkin...etc"  I asked him how he knew all that.  "I learned it from TV."  Is that a proud mom moment?  When we are in survival mode and the amount of tv he has watched in the last 5 weeks is enough to make me sick, I have to think, "Well, at least he learned something."

I Guess They Do Catch Something

Playing with blocks, Isabelle said, "Look what I made!"  I had her tell me about it.  "It's the Jaredites crossing the sea to the promised land.  The blue is the water, and the triangles are the boats." She then proceeded to tell me the story and that it was one of her favorites.  So often, I feel like what we try to teach our kids is going in one ear and out the other.  Sometimes I wonder why we even try?! Then they surprise you with stuff like that.

Isabelle does love scriptures in general.  We were having issues with going to bed.  I put scriptures on my laptop in the hall outside the kids' bedrooms when they make it to bed on time. Isabelle loves it.  She often will cry if she's gone to bed too late and I won't let her listen to scriptures.

We also have some animated scriptures recorded on our tv.  One Saturday morning, Michael came to our room, "I HATE Jesus!"  Mike and I looked at each other, What?!  "Sister only ever wants to watch Jesus movies!  I don't always want to watch Jesus! I want to watch Cars!"  It is often what she chooses any day of the week if she gets reign of the remote.

I love seeing her love the Scriptures.

Happy Birthday "Woot!"

Luke turned 2 last week. This little boy makes me so happy.  His vocabulary has gone CRAZY the last 6ish weeks.  He barely spoke words, just yelled sounds or was quiet.  Now, he will say anything.  He just points to things and says what it is, words, words, words, all day now.  He says his name "Woot."  We asked him who's birthday is it, "ME!" and how old are you, "TWO!" Holding up his first finger and thumb.  A few things I don't love, "MINE!"  Yes, it is always yelled. and "NO, WOOT DO IT!"  Also always yelled. But he's still cute.

We started with breakfast balloons, book, and candle. He was so cute when he saw his balloons on his chair for breakfast.



I didn't actually shop for his birthday book this year, obviously.  He doesn't really like stories.  He likes photograph books.  He's going to be my non-fiction kid.  I tried to read this book to him lots of times throughout the day and he got all excited, "George!" but one sentence in and he was off my lap for a different book he liked, with real pictures, none of this illustrated, story business.  He did sit and look at the pictures a few times, just wouldn't let me read it to him. My big kids, however, love his new book.

Then we had our normal school, preschool, chaotic day.  Mike came home from work and then we had some of his favorite foods for dinner, chicken, stuffing, peas and grapes. Then present time!  He got a small basketball.  This kid went NUTS!  He was jumping and yelling, "BALL! BALL! BALL!"  If anyone got close to it, he yelled and got very protective. He also got a big car ramp, a couple of cars, and some more GeoTrax pieces from our Craigslist buy from a few years ago.  We've almost given the boys the whole lot.  He was a happy happy boy.  They've all been great presents!




He wanted a basketball cake.  Not my finest cake by any means.  I was rushed.  (Isabelle had a school project. I'm going to have to figure out how to do beginning of the school year stuff and Luke's birthday because I have a feeling I will be doing lots of "All about me" projects on Luke's birthday.)



Luke is such a fun little boy to have around.  He likes to sing.  Anytime he sees a picture of Jesus, he sings, "ahhhhh BEAM...." and sings Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam.  He likes Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the ABC's, but he sings along to lots of the music in the car.

This last month he has learned lots of new tricks, talking, climbing out of his crib and he opens doors and the fridge.  I put a fridge lock on because every time I turned around he had cheeks full of grapes (and the awesome diapers that go along with it).  He's very interested in the toilet, and asks to sit on it alot.  I'm not super encouraging on this note these days. The first day he could open doors, he came out of his room a few minutes after I put him down for a nap, dragging his blanket, "I no night night."  It was cute, but didn't get him out of his nap. :)

He makes the funniest faces.  He has a very expressive face.  Funny this coming from the baby that only had 2 faces for MONTHS.  Every Sunday whoever sits behind us in church makes a comment on his expressive face.

He has the teenager whine down already.  He protests with the high-low-high, "MAAA-AAAAAAA-MMMMMYYYYY.

He loves to play in the truck.  Anytime he gets unbuckled he runs around.  He's very tricky to catch and then has to be literally dragged out every. single. time. Close the door and then it's a tantrum all the way into the house.  He's a mess every time we come home from something.

He asks to "rock rock" all day.  He loves to sit with me in the rocking chair.  I love to have him sit with me in the rocking chair.  However, with my disappearing lap, he's getting so frustrated he can't get comfy, which makes him ask more often, like it won't be there next time he asks.

He loves milk, which comes out, "Noke." He loves to brush his teeth.  He loves to dance. He loves basketball.

One of the funniest stories about Luke that I never wrote down anywhere.  We were at some friends house for the 4th of July (apparently never blogged it!). There was a little girl a few months younger than him.  They played so cute together playing Legos, Luke so cutely touched her back.  The dad of this little girl, jokingly said, "Hey Luke!  Keep your hands off my daughter."  Luke looked at his Dad and pointed his finger and started shaking it, yelling toddler gibberish at this dad.  It looked like he was saying, "Look here, you!  I'll touch your daughter if I wanted to touch your daughter."  He completely told this Dad off.  It was hilarious!

Oh, I love this little boy!