Things to Remember

Luke,

There are soooo many things right now that you are doing that if we don't take the time to write them down, they will be gone from our memory. You will grow up, and the things we think we will remember, well, we probably won't.

You are offically two and half years old.

Where did that time go? I know, we feel like we say that all the time, but it's so true. You have grown in so many ways in even just the past 6 months.

All your pants you got for your birthday are officially high waters.

You love everything cars. And not just the movie anymore, but actual Hot Wheels. Or really any other car that resembles those little cars.

You line them up. Pretend they talk to each other sometimes. And race them against each other. You will literally play with them for hours.

You love everything "choo choo." We always joke that it's a good thing we live in a town that has a rail yard, because you can always hear it from our house. You gasp and say, "aaahh...choo choo.." in a quiet voice. And then wait to hear the horn toot again.

You also know when we are driving in the car when we are coming up to the railroad crossing. You yell "choo choo" as soon as you see it in your sight.

When mommy is driving, you yell, "GO mommy's car car!!" over and over. Like you need to tell my car to go faster... :)

You can count to 4 in Spanish, but can't quite clearly say 1-4 in English.

You are obsessed with your "boles" (aka: moles) that you are starting to get on your little body. You will lift your sock up and point to the one right above your foot and say, "Guke's bole" over and over.

And then you always have to point out "Guke's boo boo" too. Which really consists of any kind of scrape or scratch you might have aquired that day.

You heard thunder during a storm, and now love to ask if there is "Guke's housth der?" (translate: Luke's house thunder??) to which we have to respond only when it rains. And then worry that there is "der" at Mi Mi's and Ti Ti's house. (Grammy and Auntie's)

You wake up almost every morning telling me who's house you want to go to that day. And sometimes it's just "Guke's housth"

You started calling your house a "hum" (or home)

You sleep with "gankie" "choo choo gankie" and your blue pillow everynight.

and you must tuck in, "Gickey" "Pooh" "Tanda" "Bruce" "Baby" and "Mommy" everynight after we pray with all of them too. (aka: Mickey, Pooh, Panda, Bruce, prayer bear, and teddy bear)

Sometimes you will laugh at your "friends" and say "oh Bruce" or "oh Tanda" like they did something really silly, or like they did something bad and weren't listening to you.

When you wake up in the morning you yell at the very top of your lungs,

"Mommy!!!! I all none!!!!" (I'm done).

You also are potty training and are now wearing underwear most of the time!

But sometimes you like to just run around with no pants on.

You tell us you have to go to the bathroom by yelling "I PEE!"

You call me, Mom, Mommy, and Mama.

You call Brandon, Dada only.

You are one strongwilled little boy. But also one of the most caring 2 year olds we know. You will stop everything you are doing to just give us a kiss or a hug. Even if it's on our arms, legs, or cheeks.

You have started really asking us questions, like, "Mommy, all none with nummies?" or "Dada, want choo choo?" or "Mommy, nummies hot?" (nummies means food)

When we ask you how old you are you say, "three"

You call a slide a "ing"

(even though you say the same thing for swing)

You love to talk on the phone and will ask "Guke hewoh??" just so you can say "hello" to whoever is on the other end.

You now tell everyone you see "Hiiiiiiiiiiii!" and wave.

Luke, we love you more and more everyday and you really make us laugh all the time. I never ever ever want to forget you at this age and I wish I could just freeze you right here. I cannot wait for the morning to come so that we can hear your sweet sweet voice again because it really is the sweetest sound in the whole world. You are growing up before our very eyes and we are loving the little boy you are becoming. You, our son, are an amazing little man.

We love you buddy.