|Luke is one. He has four and a half teeth. Still drools a lot.|
|Luke loved his basketball toy. (So did everyone else. "I remember this!")|
|The funny thing was, just that morning he noticed the glowing red numbers on Mark's alarm clock and really wanted it bad. Now he has his own blinky red numbers. And they even cheer for him.|
|I love the dropped-jaw in this shot. Whoaaa.|
|Luke's hilarious shivery face (not as cool in a still shot, I caught it in the video) whenever he encounters something kinda weird.|
|Cake, schmake. I want a banana.|
|Yup. He got his Dad's bed head, too.|
He doesn't like sweets (yet). Won't touch bread, pancakes and waffles, or even zucchini bread. Or birthday cake. Here is what happened:
Incidentallly, I also had a birthday. Hence the new camera. A cool coincidence is that Leslie is working on a project for Young Women's that involves cooking dinner EVERY NIGHT for TWO WEEKS In a ROW! She told me about it on my birthday so I am considering it my present. Last night she made a flawless pot of cheese soup while I worked on this blog and answered the occasional, "Mom, what's 'saute'?" She has the menu already planned and I have the groceries ready to go. I feel like Golda's persona on Tevye's song "If I Were a Rich Man"--strutting like a peacock and supervising meals to her heart's delight. I actually was strutting like a peacock late last night (late because she had been busy cooking earlier) helping Leslie decipher some Algebra. At one point I frightened her by jumping up from the table, waving my arms in the air and celebrating. (Picture grandma LaVonne winning at a game of Shanghai). I was shouting something like, "My brain's NOT fried! Now I know why I did all that calculus at college! Woohoo! You have one SMART mama. And I haven't done math for 15 years at least. Ask the teacher? Pah."
Hope we did them right...she didn't find out the answers today and all of her answers were completely different from her friend's. Well, she has to learn that her mom doesn't know everything someday.
I'm still learning, ya know. I'm wrapped up in a super cool research project right now involving my ancestors that witnessed the Battle of Gettysburg. I found out that Lee's headquarters were in my Grandpa's apple orchard and also came across his list of items stolen by the rebs. One of the stolen items listed was "1 Scap Bees". Huh? Looked it up and couldn't find "scap". Looked up bees in the dictionary and found the term