The Pook Turns Three

I know it's been said before, but...

I just can't believe my baby is three-years-old. 

Luke is, above all, a boy. He loves rocks, sticks, dirt, balls, being outside, rough-housing, making noise, climbing, shooting, running, hitting, sports, throwing, and fixing things with his tools. He is a whizz with our electronics, as anyone who has been called and/or text messaged at 6:30 in the morning can attest, and has filled up more than one phone with blurry, occasionally inappropriate pictures. He hates to sleep and miss out on the party, and isn't too fond of eating or using the restroom, either, as they slow him down. 

Lately Luke is extremely interested in writing and words and likes to dictate long lists for us to write. We have started doing some beginning readers with him and he is able to recognize and read around fifteen words--he can also spell a few, his favorite being Luke and Derek. 

Luke really likes people; he is unafraid of talking to or playing with others, including adults, but always does whatever he wants to do at the park, even if it means he's doing it alone. He really enjoys wrestling and will unfortunately tackle anybody if he thinks they are having a good time, size and gender notwithstanding. He's incredibly tough--he's said things like "this really hurts" with a smile on his face--and has no fear of bugs or animals of any kind. 

Above all, Luke loves his family and is very possessive of his little brother. He wants everyone to put him to bed and eat together and watch shows together and play together and be happy. 

Just like he is.