22 Months

Man Luke is a talker. I mean, with Kenny as a father what else could he be, right? He loves repeating everything we say and has an incredibly large vocabulary, busting out with new words all the time. He also loves music and sings as often as possible; he picks up on song lyrics and tunes very well and will mimic songs he hears on the radio when we are driving in the car. Some of his new favorite songs include Stevie Nicks' Edge of Seventeen and Bill Withers' Ain't No Sunshine, but he is also a big fan of Old McDonald. 

And oh, is he independent. His most often used phrase is "Lukey do it", and includes things from putting on his socks and shoes to pouring his own milk. He will spend literally twenty minutes trying to put his feet into his shoes, refusing all help from me, until I finally have to pick up him and the shoes and let him continue trying in the car. His bitterest tears are shed when we have to squash his little independent dreams. 

Luke is also a little tease. He loves testing his not-always-so-patient parents with things he knows aren't allowed, and will do so with a little side glance and a little smirk to get you going. He has also completely stopped sharing with kids he doesn't know (the nice lady at the gym daycare has told me several times this week that he won't let the other kids play with any of the toys). But he is also very sweet and empathetic, and voices his concern and offers hugs and kisses whenever we seem unhappy.

Sitting on Sammy

And after being so worried earlier on that he was going to be uber risk-averse thanks to his uber risk-averse father, he has now overcome his fears of playgrounds, swings, and slides, and goes down and up any and all contraptions he can find. He desperately wants to be like the other big kids and climb up the big slides; I think he's way too big already.