Hello...

Luke might just be the cutest two year old boy this side of the Mississippi. Really. He is cute!

I have mentioned before, his affinity for ceiling fans. Maybe it's more like an obsession. He points them out ecstatically wherever and whenever he sees one. "Pan! Pan! Pan!"

And a reply is absolutely required. "Yes! Oh my gosh! A fan! Luke, that is so cool!"

If you think for a moment that your reply is not necessary, it doesn't take long before the escalation starts, "Pan! Pan! Pan! PAN! PAN! MOMMY! PAAAAN!!!!"

Sometimes he does this while his older sister is asking me a very serious question which also must be answered without hesitation (or else!) and while his little brother is screaming.

So occasionally I find myself walking around the house, whether he's talking about them or not, saying, "Wow, look at that fan!" or "Cool fan" just in anticipation. I'm usually not that far off.

And since we went to Utah and he saw Grandma Linda and Grandpa Don's grandfather clock, which he both loved and feared, his obsession has expanded to include both fans and clocks. Similar squeals of "Clock! Clock! Mommy, a clock!" are a constant.

In fact, his most loved "toys" for the past few weeks have been these:


That would be an old clock I found cleaning out a closet and the Lowes 2009 fan catalog, which is now in tatters from too much love.

Luke's first request when he wakes up, is "Clock! Pan!". He snuggles up on my bed with his blanket, hippo, and clock, and turns through the pages of his Fan Book pointing to each one saying, "Pan!" and waiting for my sleepy reply, "Fan!"

He insists on bringing his clock with him in the car. And when he carried it into Walmart the other day, the employee at the door stopped us asking if it was a return so she could put a sticker on it. And I explained that no, it wasn't a return, he just likes clocks.


Until a month or two, he was not very interested in TV or movies, which was alright with me. Then he saw the movie Wall-E. And he was hooked. He wanted to watch that movie all day, every day for weeks. And then he saw Spirit and that became the new Wall-E. And from there he has moved on to Cars and Up!

And if you have seen Up, you know that it boasts a flying house, lifted by tons of helium filled balloons. Now whenever he watches it, he must retrieve and sit with Ava's dollhouse. Whenever the house is shown he points back and forth between the TV and the dollhouse saying, "House! House!"


Since he was pretty little, I have teased him by hugging him up and saying, "You're mine!" He thinks it's pretty funny. The other day he came up to me, laid his chubby little finger on my shoulder and said, "You mine!" And I couldn't help but think, "If you only knew how right you are!"



He melts my heart with his generosity of hugs and kisses. He has finally stopped kissing with his tongue out, which is kind of nice. And I would love to record his little voice. For a while there, he either talked in a syrupy sweet voice or a gruff and rough old man voice.

And I hope I can always remember the way he says fruit snacks: "hoot nacks!" The "hoot" said with the diaphragmatic gusto of a karate chopper.

He is just plain sweet. And he is mine! And I am his!