Say that to my face

To entertain the young cub I will act the fool to see him smile. The other night I was trying to make him laugh with some funny sounds, dances, and faces. As I finished up my dance routine that I worked so hard on, I decided to add a couple sound effects. Luke stopped laughing and walked over to me. I though he was going to give me another hug of some sort when he put his hands on my cheek and looked me in the eye to tell me, " Stop it. You need to stop it, okay?" Trying not to laugh I simply gave him a "yes sir" and went about my business. Of course I had to see if it was a fluke or not so I tried it again. Again he walked over to me and politely told me to "You need to stop it okay daddy."

Here you go daddy

Lately Luke has been bringing me some things that belong to me; well just because. I'll be playing my guitar and he'll come in, "here you go daddy." From Mountain Dew bottles, magazines, my tooth brush, shoes, etc. This morning he walks up to me while I was trying to wake up in my chair and he delivers something that never belonged to me... "Here you go daddy." In my hand was a small crusty half-moon shaped object. " What is this Luke?" "It's my booger. It was up my nose." Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!! Couldn't you have just brought daddy another one of his shoes?

I feel pretty good

On Sunday morning Luke ran into the living room to make sure Rocky wasn't getting any more sleep. I on the other hand had to stop off to the little boys room. As I make a human fountain Luke walks in and starts cheering me on. " Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah, daddy go in the potty. daddy pee in the potty." As he continued to cheer me on I started thinking, I did didn't I? Luke continued, "Good job daddy. Give me five." As I indulged my son's request I felt very proud of myself for going in the potty. As he left me there washing my hands I wanted to call out, "Do I get candy now too!?"

What's with the nose

After arriving in Kalamazoo on Saturday Lukas woke up with a gentle yawn. As mommy and daddy are leaning back to look at him his right index finger finds it's way into the left nostril. Acting agitated Luke comments, "There's something in my nose." I wanted to blurt out that it was his finger but held back. He began to search for that something. "There's something up my nose." keep searching buddy.

What, What, What, What?

As I gather my jacket to walk out the door I once again call for Luke to come into the living room. He walks in, "Whaaaaaaat?" Don't you say what. I've been calling you for the last five minutes I was thinking in my head. He now walks closer to me with his head tilted slightly, "Whaaaaat? What daddy?" I love you son, now get your coat on.


Bath time- Luke come on, the water is ready. I grab a towel, check the water, and wait. Nothing. Luke, the water is ready. Waiting.... Nothing. I get up and go into the kitchen where I see the look of relief from Rocky. Luke turns his attention away from Rocky and looks at me; "Whaaaat? Whaaat daddy?"

Sorting Coins

Today we had all of Lukas' coins bagged up from his piggy bank for us to deposit at the bank. Well unfortunately the coin machine was broken at the bank, so we had to come back home with all of our change. As he's playing with the coins and putting some back in his piggy bank, Tony is on the floor playing with him and He says to daddy, " The big ones are yours Daddy?" Does this mean all this time, Whenever Tony has change for his son, he gives him all the change except for the quarters?!?! What a rip-off!! LOL!! One day Lukas will know the meaning and value behind the big ones (the quarters) and that will be his first pick. Until then, I guess he'll just have the get the big ones from my wallet.

Do you Mind?

After repeated attempts on the toilet Luke has simply left it empty when sitting. We try and try and try. Usually after we attempt this job he'll complete it when the pants are back up again. "Uh oh." Aside from the waddle that he struts into the bathroom it is just a mess. Well the other day we are in there on his own personal throne waiting, making air noises from below, Luke looks at me and says, "Get me a book daddy." I smile and he grins back. "Go get it." I retrieve his book not knowing if the genre I picked will please him. I mean we could be in there for a while. I enter and he says, "Thank you daddy." After about two pages he looks around demands, "Go get daddy's book." I look around to find a Rolling Stone mag over on the floor. "Get it." I do what I was told and present him with the mag. He sat there picture reading his mag. Needless to say nothing was dropped off at that moment but we're trying. We'll get it........ someday.

You understand my words?

Driving in the car heading towards swim class we hear Luke rambling in the back seat. After a couple sentences or so LeeAnn asks, "What are you saying right now?" "I'm talking to daddy right now. blah ramble, etc... (more words toward me which I can't understand) I talking to daddy momma. Hi..." Okay kid, you keep talking and we'll keep listening.