Monday, September 28, 2009
Pop Retires!
Pop was honored on September 24th by the department of Safety and Transportation at Missouri State University. He is retiring to spend more time with Grandma and Luke. Everyone is thrilled about having him around more. The party was very touching. They posted many of Pop's accomplishments for everyone to read. They had delicious food and funny stories about Pop. Luke had a ball running around squealing and eating lots of crackers and carrot cake. Everyone thought he was pretty cute and a snappy dresser just like Pop. HAPPY RETIREMENT! WE LOVE YOU!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Month Eighteen
Dear Luke,
Oh my gosh! You are a year and a half old! THAT IS OLD! You are quickly approaching TWO and that just blows my mind. I'm going to try not to think a lot about TWO because it will be here before we know it.
We sing happy birthday to you on the 7th of each month. We sang to you tonight. You grinned like you just won a lifetime supply of popsicles.
You are doing this most hilarious things now. Your personality is just shining through and you are ornery!
I took you shopping not too long ago. I stopped to look at something and when I turned around you had snagged the biggest bra in the store. You were swinging it around grinning from ear to ear screaming, "soot, soot, soot!!! (shirt)
You love to hold out treats and command for Roscoe to sit. You try to make me sit too sometimes but you really need to dangle something in front of me a little more appealing than a dog treat. You often run through the kitchen and point at the dog bowl and cheer, "sit, sit, sit" which means you want the bones to go play with Roscoe.
Your absolute favorite toys right now are trucks, cars, and tractors. You love anything with wheels. You love to drive them on the tables, the refrigerator, the walls, and anything else that will hold still. We try to keep you from off roading and keep you on the floor but that is a non stop job!
Your favorite phrase right now is, "watch this". You say it repeatedly. You yell, "watch this, watch this, watch this" and then you turn to make sure we are watching. We ARE watching. However, you don't do anything! You just stand there and smile! You haven't gotten the part down where you actually do something, but I just know it is coming soon!
You are also using an unknown phrase quite often. You are constantly saying "oweeeebaba". I mean you say oweeeebaba A LOT. We have no idea what it means. You use it in a million different contexts and it doesn't make sense in any of them. I'm sure one day the phrase will become very clear and it will evolve into a sentence like "you guys are the coolest mom and dad ever". However, right now it is just OWEEEEBABA.
You love to tackle us when we are lying on the floor. Dad has taught you to say the word ATTACK. It usually comes out "tat" and you jump on us and squeal. We find this pretty hilarious but something tells me the ladies at daycare may not appreciate you "tatting" everyone!
You are obsessed with spoons and mowers. If we need you to do anything, all we need to do is talk about one of the two and your eyes glaze over and you become putty in our hands. They are two of your favorite things. You are giddy with excitement when you see, talk about, or touch a spoon or a mower. Man, you are easy to please.
Luke, you rock. Almost every single day one of us says, "is he the best ever, or what?" If we knew you were going to be this cool we would have wished for twins! This has been the happiest and FASTEST 18 months ever. We love you!
Love you,
Mama and Daddy
Oh my gosh! You are a year and a half old! THAT IS OLD! You are quickly approaching TWO and that just blows my mind. I'm going to try not to think a lot about TWO because it will be here before we know it.
We sing happy birthday to you on the 7th of each month. We sang to you tonight. You grinned like you just won a lifetime supply of popsicles.
You are doing this most hilarious things now. Your personality is just shining through and you are ornery!
I took you shopping not too long ago. I stopped to look at something and when I turned around you had snagged the biggest bra in the store. You were swinging it around grinning from ear to ear screaming, "soot, soot, soot!!! (shirt)
You love to hold out treats and command for Roscoe to sit. You try to make me sit too sometimes but you really need to dangle something in front of me a little more appealing than a dog treat. You often run through the kitchen and point at the dog bowl and cheer, "sit, sit, sit" which means you want the bones to go play with Roscoe.
Your absolute favorite toys right now are trucks, cars, and tractors. You love anything with wheels. You love to drive them on the tables, the refrigerator, the walls, and anything else that will hold still. We try to keep you from off roading and keep you on the floor but that is a non stop job!
Your favorite phrase right now is, "watch this". You say it repeatedly. You yell, "watch this, watch this, watch this" and then you turn to make sure we are watching. We ARE watching. However, you don't do anything! You just stand there and smile! You haven't gotten the part down where you actually do something, but I just know it is coming soon!
You are also using an unknown phrase quite often. You are constantly saying "oweeeebaba". I mean you say oweeeebaba A LOT. We have no idea what it means. You use it in a million different contexts and it doesn't make sense in any of them. I'm sure one day the phrase will become very clear and it will evolve into a sentence like "you guys are the coolest mom and dad ever". However, right now it is just OWEEEEBABA.
You love to tackle us when we are lying on the floor. Dad has taught you to say the word ATTACK. It usually comes out "tat" and you jump on us and squeal. We find this pretty hilarious but something tells me the ladies at daycare may not appreciate you "tatting" everyone!
You are obsessed with spoons and mowers. If we need you to do anything, all we need to do is talk about one of the two and your eyes glaze over and you become putty in our hands. They are two of your favorite things. You are giddy with excitement when you see, talk about, or touch a spoon or a mower. Man, you are easy to please.
Luke, you rock. Almost every single day one of us says, "is he the best ever, or what?" If we knew you were going to be this cool we would have wished for twins! This has been the happiest and FASTEST 18 months ever. We love you!
Love you,
Mama and Daddy
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