overheard

Mama:  Luke, are we still going to visit Lucky No. 7 today?
Luke: Why do you ask so many questions? You're driving me coco loco with all these questions. I need some quiet time. No talking, please.
Mama: Okay.
Luke: I said no talking! Sshhhhhhhh ......

slice of life

Setting: Friday morning, as Luke and I are getting ready for the day (me for work, him for school). In Luke's room, I'm trying to entice him to come over and let me put his pants on. He's distracted by the very cool new fire station he got for Christmas.

Luke: Where's the fire hydrant?
Mama: I don't know. Where did you put it?
Luke: [Moving over to the fire station, shaking his head, letting out a big sigh] Sophia. I told her to put it back. [Shaking his head] She doesn't listen. [Puts the fire hydrant back where it goes, and comes over to me to finish getting dressed.
Mama: [Trying to stifle the laughter]

guest post from dada

I got this "Luke says" report from Dada while I was (and still am) away:

Luke says:

• "I am sorry, but I can't have a snack with you because I need to exercise more", running back to the living room, and dancing/jumping in rhythm with the music.
• "I am not done with exercising yet, but I will continue tomorrow morning".
• "Wow, this is hard work", in between runs in the living room.

backseat conversation

Luke is in school with his best friend, Sophia, and because we live very close to Sophia's family, I drive both kids to school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. We've developed a nice morning routine: Sophia usually arrives at our house while Luke is having breakfast, her usual 3-year old antics distract Luke from any last-minute anxiety about going to school, and before walking out the door we go through our checklist to make sure we're prepared. (Mama: "Lunches?" Luke and Sophia: "Check!" Mama: Jackets?" Luke and Sophia: "Check!") Lately, the conversation from the backseat, during our drive to school, has been particularly entertaining:

Sophia: I wanna sit in Luke's seat!
Luke: I wanna sit in Sophia's seat!
Mama: [Removes the hanging monkey above Luke's car seat, because Sophia likes to grab it 1000x in a row, with requisite monkey squeaking and jingling, and this drives Mama coco loco--Spanish for crazy head]
Kids are now all strapped in, and we're driving to school ...
Sophia: What happened to the monkey? Where's the monkey?
Luke: Mama took it down. There it is! See, Sophia!
Sophia: What happened to the monkey?
Luke: Mama took it down. It was making Mama coco loco.
Sophia: Whhhhhhyyyyyy?
Luke: Because you were playing with it!

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PS: Thanks to Grammy, Sesa and Megan for the emails to Luke! So far, we read them, but I can't interest him in responding. He seems to think email is a one-way communication. He loves the e-cards and asks to see the Halloween Snoopy card that Sesa sent nearly every day.

overheard

Luke's language, understanding and memory is so advanced these days. He keeps us laughing so much and so often! I've decided to start a new category of "overheard" to try and capture some of these little pearls. From Saturday morning:

"I don't like cereal. But when I'm a big man, I will definitely like cereal and will eat it every morning."

overheard

[Setting: post snack-time, pre-dinnertime lull in activity]

Luke: Hey, Mama! It's the end of the day. It's time to watch videos!

Mama: Luke, were you a good boy today and did you clear your place? [e.g., clearing his plate from the table after a meal, our current measure of "goodness"]

Luke: Yes.

Mama: What about at breakfast? I think you said you were too busy.

Luke: [thinking]

Luke: Yes. BUT, I cleared my place at lunchtime and snacktime. That's TWO times that I cleared my place.

That's my boy! Solid logic and a passionate and persuasive way of making his case. Soon thereafter, Luke noted that I had changed the sheets on the big bed, and that it must be Dada's favorite sheet because it was blue and Dada's favorite color is blue. I am seriously astounded by this early math-like logic.

overheard

Luke: Hey, Mama! I have an idea!

Mama: What's that?

Luke: Can you read me this book?

I strike a deal with Luke: if he lets Dada change the poopy diaper, Mama will read him a book, snuggling up in the big bed.

Luke: [puts book on Mama's nightstand] Hey Dada, don't take it! It's on Mama's side, not on your side.

Luke: [calling from the other room, in the midst of the diaper change] Wait, Mama, wait! Don't go to sleep! Wait for me!