This boy is inching closer and closer to 3 years old and I don’t like it one bit. He is becoming so independent and “me do it” is heard more and more throughout our days. I’m sure I will say this hundreds of times in the next few months, but, didn’t he just turn 2? Didn’t we just bring him home? How is it even possible that next month we will have been a family for 2 years? I look at him everyday and I feel like I can just see him growing up before my eyes. He’s getting so big and heavy and tall. I can hardly lift him into his carseat or into a shopping cart without hurting my back. He is such a little boy now and not so much a baby, even though he insists on being called my baby. If I say something about him being my big boy he says “baby.”
Lately he has been having a party in his crib when he wakes up. He’s been playing and talking and even singing for about 30 minutes at a time, which has been wonderful for me. However, I don’t usually use that time to do anything but stand outside his door and listen to him chatter. He sings his ABC’s, counts, yells “Little Bo Peep” and makes sheep sounds, names all of the Thomas trains, talks to his babies, and says some things that I can’t understand. It is so precious and I just love listening to him. He says things that he normally will not say when we’re around. I usually find out that he knows a lot more than I realize because that is when he practices. I think the best part is when he cracks himself up over something he’s said. He just laughs and then I can’t help but laugh too!
A few recent Lukas funnies:
- After being told it was too cold to play outside, he looks out the back door and says, “it cold, me warm it up” and rubs his hands all over the window.
- Sunday morning while I’m trying to get ready for church he is whining and fussing and wanting me to come play. I told him several times to go play while I finished. Finally I looked at him and said, “who’s in charge?” and he immediately answered, “God.” All I could do was laugh. Not quite the answer I had in mind but what do you say to that?
- On our way to church that same morning, he is saying “mama” over and over and over and over again. I would say “what” and he would say “finn down hole” (which is another story in itself). Finally Mitchell told him to stop saying mama’s name. Lukas waited a few seconds and then started saying “Mi-ell, Amy, Mi-ell, Amy.” We looked at each other in disbelief. What a smart little booger to change it to our real names.
I tried to put away our nativity but he would have none of it. You can see he has Baby Jesus in his hand in these pictures. He loves to play with Joseph, Mary, and Baby Jesus. He still wants to read the Christmas books about Him. He amazes me that he can still answer the questions from our Truth in the Tinsel devotions. He is such a little sponge and I am trying to pour into his little heart and mind as much as I can.
He so strong-willed and can be so stubborn, but recently I have seen the good parts of those traits. I’ve watched him persevere to do something when others have given up. That has been such an encouragement to me that these traits will serve him well in life, if channeled in the right direction.
He is such a joy to this mommy and daddy! We can hardly remember what life was like before Lukas. We still look in wonder at him, amazed that he is ours, and so thankful that God chose us to be the parents of this amazing little boy!