twenty-one months old.
Luke's hair is in a permanent state of bed-head. It is wild, which is fitting with his untamed personality these days. He has a mind of his own, and always on a mission. He is the ultimate mess maker and magic finder. I feel like we are stepping over toy cars and sweeping up crumbs most the day long. He loves jumping from the chair to the couch and wrestling with dad after work if he is up. When we are out he always lets everyone know who his "mama" is and points me out at anyone who makes eye contact with him, which is always so funny. He is loving books, coloring, nursery, cars, and racing from one end of the room to the other as fast as he can. He gives the best hugs and kisses and we love when he tries to talk to us. We are attempting to teach him to be kind and share and have manners and pray but definitely not an easy task.
Attention span: five minutes.
Today we needed some diapers. We walked together to the store and then Luke picked out his snacks and placed his items on the table and paid the cashier, she gave him his own bag and he proudly dragged it out the door. Then we ate and watched the trains pass by, one after another and learned all the animals printed on the animal crackers and drank up our squeeze-snack.
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