Just a few words about Lucas. He turned 3 at the beginning of September. He is adorable and difficult all rolled into one. He is FIERCELY independent, but loves to be doted on. He is a bundle of opposites; he is a toddler turning big boy.
Now that the three oldest kids are in school, he is just loving "his" time. About a week or so ago, as soon as Laurel got on the bus, he turned and hugged me tight and said, "My mom!" I replied, "My Luke!" That has been an ongoing sweet moment with him nearly everyday. Now daddy has joined in on the fun and Luke will say, "My dad!" But ever so often he will tease Walt and say, "My mom!"
The child is just in the last 6 months starting to really talk. Sometimes he just won't say the simplest of words, but then something like, "That tastes disgusting," will exit his mouth. No, "I'm sorry," or "I love you," but "Where's daddy? He at work? He come home now." Although, he doesn't say, "I love you," he does say it and show it in his own way.
I love you, my boy! You are something else, but we love you for it! You are going to be an amazing man, but not too soon...I am enjoying my Luke for now.
