Two years ago on Valentine's Day, Mommy and Daddy had a lovely romantic dinner around our coffee table after putting Maren to bed. Mommy had been feeling like you were coming soon. You weren't due to be born for another two weeks, but I just had this feeling...
So we went upstairs and packed our bags for the hospital and fell asleep (veerrrry romantic). At midnight, about two short hours later, my water broke... and many hours after that at 12:36pm you were born. You! Our Luke! Yay!
Happy Birthday to our squeezable bundle of giggling, vrooming, running, screaming, mimicking, jumping, face-planting, falling, laughing, talking - oh the nonstop talking - singing little boy. As Grandma once said, "You can't help but smile when you see him." She is right, of course - every day you do something so funny I want to turn to another person and say, "Did you hear that?!" Waking up to your "Mama...I'm right here!" from the other room, and your first request of "You make waffles, Mama?" before I can even manage to get you out of your crib is a fantastic way to start my every day. And the screaming of my or Daddy's name when we walk in the door is an ego-boost that everyone should have the pleasure of getting.
A few other fun bits about you at two years old:
You have figured out how to tease your sister:
Step 1: Wait until she's not looking, then run up and take the toy she just decided to stop playing with. This is technically "legal" because she has technically stopped playing with it. But you know that swift swooping in reminds Maren how good that toy really is...
Step 2: Maren gets upset.
Step 3: You run away. Maren runs after you, but you manage to get "2 more minutes" with it before it's her turn...
Step 4: After 2 minutes, you bring it back to her and say, "Here you go, Maren." Like it's no big deal. Like you really never wanted it in the first place. Which makes Maren think it's not such a special toy after all... So she decides she doesn't want to play with it... and the cycle starts over.
Genius!
But you really adore your big sis... run after her at every turn, saying what she says - how she says it. And she looks after you so well, too. I hear you guys playing in Maren's room by yourselves, and as often as there is fighting over toys and I have to run in and yell, "HEY, HEY HEY!", I instead find the two of you sitting together in her chair while she "reads" to you, or you're both building the train set and "chugga-chugga"ing them around the room. One of my favorite things that you do is to just scream Maren's name when she leaves the room, or when you get to your destination first and just can't wait to share what you've found with her... "MAREN!!!!!!!!!! COME HERE MAREN!!!!!!!!" You can really scream, kid.
And like I mentioned above, you loooooooove to talk. And make general noise (like screaming... see above). You like to tell me what you're doing, as you're doing it. Some of your favorite phrases:
- "One more book! One more book!"
- "Picka me up, Mama."
- "I'm jumping, Mama, I'm jumping!" (Or, "I'm running, Mama, I'm running!" - or fill in the blank...)
- "I'm funny!"
- "You hurta me, Mommy. You hurta me." (I love this one. You say it if I do something you don't want me to do, like pick you up and carry you out of the store instead of let you dig through the candy by the checkout. It's awesome. I get lots of fun looks from this one.)
This is a new tid-bit. Because Maren loves the movie Annie, you now love it, too. And Maren has spent a great deal of time singing all of the songs in the movie... so you sing them, too. Your and Maren's favorite? Tomorrow, of course. And your favorite part? The screaming high part at the end, with botched lyrics and everything. It goes a little bit like this:
Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya, Tomorrow There will be a day a way... Toooo-morrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow There will be a dayyyyyyy AAAAAAAAA
WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
It's hilarious! I keep trying to get it on film to share with people, but by the time I do you've moved on to something else.
And you love food - particularly peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. This past week, you had one for breakfast, 1.5 for lunch, and 1 for dinner. Easy job for me as the chef that day, but wow, I couldn't convince you to eat anything else.
Your Uncle Nate said that you, along with your hilarious cousin Mia, are like two little cartoon characters, and I have to admit, it resonates. You are so animated and expressive, and you just seem to live life to the fullest: if it's there to be jumped on, you jump. If it's there to be tasted, you taste. If you think it, you say it. It's life in technicolor with you, Lukey.
We love you so much, sweet boy. Thanks for adding such joy to our lives.
Mama and Daddy
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