Packing up

Last night I began packing up my stuff to head back to NY. This is probably my 12th time doing this, in the last 5 years, and I usually get a bit sad, but this time was different. In addition to packing my suitcase, I also gathered all of Luke's 12-18 month clothes and shoes and boxed them up to be left here, for hopefully the next baby. In my extremely hormonal mind, I couldn't help the emotions. Every time I say goodbye to another stage of clothes, I can't help but feel like I am losing a little more of my baby. My mind  panicks and worries how much longer I have before Luke will move on from all of the things that daily frusterate me, aggravate me, but most often make me smile and laugh.

Before long, his sloppy signlanguage and the slurred few words he knows will be replaced with clear complete sentences. He won't be calling "Ma Ma" over and over again even after I have answered him over and over. Will he always do a dance when I ask him if he needs to have his diaper changed? Or turn down pizza and cupcakes for fruit and carrot sticks? Will I get a bit sad when he no longer tries to eat Addy's dog food, or offer me my own bite? The kisses he gives will eventually turn from open mouth to closed mouth, or maybe none will be given at all. Will he stop waving from across the room when he see someone he knows, or scream with excitement? When will I stop laughing when I have layed him down for a nap and have to put him back in his crib at least three times because he now climbs right out of it?  His simple forms of entertainment (balls, doors, buttons) will need to replaced with video games and real toys. His clothes won't be as fun to fold, only because now they are just so small. He will stop taking out his binky just to say and sign "bumpa" (grandpa). When will he stop wanting his mom's silkies and binky when he needs comfort? Will he ever be easy to take anywhere when he isn't in a stroller? (that I am anxious for). And how long before he is officially out of baby clothes and into toddler clothes? I can barely stand the thought.....

Luke language

his few words

some of his signs

& a random day at the park

On a similar note

Note to self: Don't turn your back to your son while he is eating his favorite snack of hummus and crackers.

Luke is 19

He actually turned 19 months last week, September 11th to be exact. I am behind on many things in my life so this post should come as no surprise, a week late.

Really, it is an excuse to blog about Luke, what he has been up to, and post some pictures that haven't made it into any of my previous posts, and obviously not because they aren't cute!

TRICKS

-He loves water. He climbs onto the toilet and plays in the sink until we pull him off. Mainly he likes to dip his binky under the running water, suck it off, and then do it again. He can also kick and blow bubbles in the tub. Tom has been working hard on that one.

-He pulls out everything from the fridge. Anything he can carry, from a big gallon of milk to an open container of yogurt. He also sometimes brings me his cup along with the drink, both of which he can barely hold.

-He stands below his cabinet that holds all of his clothes and yells "suse, suse". I am pretty sure that translates to shoes. And of course he only wants to wear his orange crocs and the second they are on his feet he runs to the door and pounds on it. I really hope we aren't still here in the winter. He will be very disappointed.

-He can sign 10 words and speak 3 words. I have a video clip but I am having a rough time posting it. I will soon though. It is really cute.

-He still has the cutest smile around. He now gives "bones" and "high fives" to anyone willing.

-He is obsessed with cars and dogs.

PICS

 

Goodbye size 4's

I didn't know this would be so hard. Saying "goodbye" to this set of Luke's shoes. I remember as a kid being upset about a particular pair of mint green and pink high top LA Gear's when they no longer fit, so I guess this should come as no surprise. But it did.

You see, I have been collecting shoes for Luke way before he was born. I love shoes, I love little boy shoes. There is nothing cuter than a little tyke running around in a pair of Converse, as you can see I have gone a little overboard. I assure you, there are also many other pairs awaiting his growing feet. But these, I have really grown to love. Perhaps because these shoes he took his first steps in, or because shoes this small are just so cute, but I just can't squeeze his feet into them any longer, so it is goodbye, at least for now.

These are awaiting his feet for fall. And I don't know how it happened, but somehow I kept the Converse down to just one pair.