Ten Months

Luke is ten months old!

Pardon the lack of pictures for this post.  Essentially all of the pictures from the last month got corrupted in the transfer from memory card to computer.  Barring some techie miracle, those pictures are hopelessly lost.  But if anyone has a suggestion about fixing corrupted raw files, please send it my way.

Despite the lack of visual evidence, it was a fun month.  Truly, each month just gets better than the one before. 

Luke is noisy!  He has been experimenting with even higher sounds and lots of squealing.  Sometimes he sounds upset, but he's actually just perfectly content working on his vocal range.  He responds to music and bounces when it's playing.  His favorite toy right now is Noah's electric guitar.

Luke started making a truck sound when he's playing.  How does he know that already???

He's also making other sounds.  He'll babble out lots of 'da da da,' and 'ma ma ma,' and sometimes I think he might actually be talking about his dad or mom.  He definitely knows who we are, because when we ask him where mom, dad or Noah is, he finds the right person.  He's even making an 'Uh-wuh' sound, which sounds an awful lot like 'Noah.'

Luke claps now and gets excited when we cheer for him.  He is constantly on the move.  I love the pitter patter sound of his hands hitting the wood floor.  I wish I knew what he was thinking about because often times as he's crawling around he's also got the giggles.  It sure is cute.  Noah is trying to teach Luke to chase and often gets down next to him and says, "Come on, Wukie, play get you Noah."  Luke continues to love being wherever big brother is.

Though these boys are just little, I have come to realize the importance of teaching them to love each other in action and word.  It's a lot of work, but I already see some big pay off in the way Noah talks to and interacts with Luke. It's just another reason I am so glad to be home and the one primarily responsible for teaching our boys.

This standing up business is great, except for when it comes to sleep times.  At the beginning of the month, Luke became quite the fighter when it came to going to sleep for naps or at night.  As soon as I laid him down he'd roll over, stand and scream.  It took a week or two, but finally he started getting used to laying himself back down and naps were pretty much back to normal.  But nighttime was still often so hard.  Was he extra tired? Was it teething? Does he hate the dark all of a sudden?  Maybe, but I really think it's just that his daddy was home, and he wanted more dad time.

As Nate started to work late the past few weeks and miss bedtime, Luke has gone to sleep easily.  On the occasional night when he's home a little early, we battle again.  He sure loves his dad.  It's pretty cute when he waves good bye from the kitchen window every morning when Nate leaves for work.