Luke is walking like a mad man, everywhere. We cannot get him to sit down. Unless of course we don't let him have his way and suck on the TV remote. Then he throws himself into a fury and lightly pats his head on the hardwood floor. It's awesome. He's also become such the little food critic, not eating a super duper variety of foods. He's still diggin' on the fruits, but the veggies- uh uh, no way dude. He hates them. Unless of course they are asparagus or beans of any kind. He'll eat the junk out of fruit, Kix, baby cheetos, and anything that I have in a glass. Oh yeah, and he likes the nuggets and hot dogs and cheese. All of those great, healthy foods you are supposed to limit or eat in moderation. So, what do I do? Give him bread and water and hope he grows up healthy? I don't think so. I like to watch my paycheck be tossed over the side of the high chair for my already-too-fat-wiener-dog-named-Red to enjoy. What's another 15 pounds on the poor pooch?
My fam is in Europe (since last week) and it's been slightly weird. I don't have any messages on the machine. No one to IM with at work. (except for the hubs) And my cell phone is seeing a serious break from me while in the car. No, I did not take Oprah's No Phone Zone Pledge...Yet. But, I do take almost every car ride opportunity to call mi madre. This week, I am listening to the radio, catching up with a few friends and enjoying a moment of silence before I hit the babysitters door to get my chattery little dude.
Here's the little (and big) toot at the Dallas Blooms Festival a few weeks ago. The little toot would not get out of his wagon (that he got for his 1st bday), and the big toot had to lug this all over kingdom come. What was I doing the whole time? Oh yeah, taking pics of flowers sans my kid (because he was too enthralled with eating his baby puffs and chillin' with his blanket in the wag). Enjoy!
