Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Luka at Seven Months Old
And speaking of getting into something and reprimanding, you find everything you're not supposed to have and you try to have it. The other day I threw a pile of clothes on the floor to get sorted and put away. There happened to be one (out of about 50) piece of clothing that still had the tags on it. In that huge heap you found that one tag in about five seconds and immediately began chewing it to smithereens.
You crawl everywhere. You climb up on everything. Dad spotted you the whole way up a flight up stairs the other day. And on top of being super physical, you are completely fearless. Double trouble, if you ask me.
You have bumps and bruises all over your knees and head.
Every day you're able to play more and more with Sister. She loves this. I love this more.
You have three favorite songs: This is the Way the Lady Rides, Patty Cake, and Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars. Any of these tunes get you moving and grooving.
Your energy is contagious.
You know how to give a High-Five now.
I've been trying to get you to say Mama for a while now. Emilija tries to get you to say Sister. The only thing we've gotten out of you is a 'Baa' sound. So now we've been saying 'baby' to you in hopes maybe that will be your first word.
You shriek and shrill ALOT. Especially when we're in a public place.
The very first night back from our Christmas in Kansas you slept all through the night. And have been doing it ever since. Yay!
You eat ALOT of EVERYTHING. You must have an appetite like Tata. You also eat like him- you scarf your food down so quickly that you barely taste it. I've never seen baby food go down so fast. We've actually started letting you suck the food right out of the pouch because you get so mad/impatient when we try to be civil and use a bowl and spoon.
Besides baby food, you've had lots of our food as well. You've liked everything. Your latest was a whole pickle while out at BW3's.
You still breastfeed many, many times a day. And we recently started supplementing with formula.
You can't eat enough. I guess that's how growing boys are. (wink)
At your latest doctor's appointment, you were 25th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height.
Your hair is growing in exactly like your sister's did- slowly everywhere except right down the middle on top. Mohawk-style.
You're pretty perfect.
This is the happiest our family has ever been.
You've swept us away.