My little boy turns 6 months old today.  You know how something big happens in your life and in a way it seems like it’s been that way forever, but in another way you have a hard time believing it’s been there for as long as it has?  That’s what it’s been like having Lukas.  Jessie asked me a while ago that if I could, would I go back in time and go through the hell that was my pregnancy again to have Lukas.  "A million times over," was my reply.  You hear people say things like "I’d die for my child," or "I’d kill for my child," and I always thought these people just sounded dramatic.  In reality, a lot of them ARE being dramtic…there are a lot of really shitty parents out there who put their needs and wants first and they only consider their children valuable to their lives as an afterthought.  People like that piss me off way more now that I have a child than they did before because you know what?  I WOULD die for that little boy and I WOULD kill for him.  I love him a million times more than I even though I was capable.  He’s just magnificent and I wish everybody could have the great parenting experience I’ve had so far.  I don’t write about him a lot, but since today is special, I’m going to tell you all about Mr. Lukas. 

He loves his Daddy.  He gets excited when Jessie comes home from work and he laughs A LOT with Jessie.  However, there is a little bit of a love/hate thing there.  Jessie makes him laugh and squeal, but if Jessie kisses him, he screams bloody murder until Jessie can get him laughing again.  Also, he needs to take Jessie in doses.  True, I can tend to feel this way about Jessie too, but Lukas will go from happy to giggling to screaming this horrible high pitched scream in about 2 seconds.  This, he does NOT do with me.  With me, however, I get the sleepy boy who plays quietly.  I get the boy who likes hugs, but who also wants to be set down on his own to explore. 

He startles easily so sneezes and loud coughs upset him and require kisses and hugs. 

His favorite song is "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and can stop any tantrum dead in its tracks. 

He has two teeth now, both bottom and he chews and drools on anything that gets close to him, including Jessie, the cat, and me. 

He "muffins" A LOT.  His "muffins" are so big sometimes, I mistake them for Jessie making a loud "muffin" noise with his mouth. 

He’s a really good eater and only gives me trouble about it when his gums hurt.   Note about the teething thing, when you have an easy-going baby, the worst day in teething is only frustrating.  In the end, you feel bad for them more than anything because you know your baby doesn’t feel good.

He has the best laugh.  We all sit and just giggle for many hours every day.  An outsider would think we are all on some weird psychotropic drug.

He loves baths and never misses an opportunity to "muffin" on his Daddy as he is being dried off. 

He smells good after baths, but "his smell" is just as good.  The smell of his skin is just intoxicating.

Since he doesn’t have a lot of teeth, he has sweet breath.  I love the smell of his breath.  I’m sure this will change.

Sleeping problems?  What are those?  My kid sleeps through the night and has since he was two months old.  Yes, I’m bragging.

His hair is soft.  Have you ever read or seen the movie "Of Mice and Men"?  I’m like Lennie when it comes to his hair.  I can’t stop touching it.  Luckily he likes me and tolerates it.

He keeps weird hours so that we can maximize the amount of time he can spend with his Daddy on week nights.  He has a good Daddy and to me, they seem hard to come by and I want him to appreciate a good man.

He’s a bouncing freak.  ‘Nuff said.

I know I’m going to cry like a baby the first time he calls me "Momma" or "Mommy".  I cried the first time he smiled at me and I still cry sometimes when he smiles at me.  It’s just overwhelming the love I have for him.

He hates socks and shoes.  It’s gotten to the point that when we go out, I just coax him into socks.  Shoes are not working for him.  And those soft "leather" looking shoes I see everywhere that are supposed to be easy to put on?  They are fucking ugly and I don’t want them on my child’s feet.

He pukes on Jessie a lot. 

He’s starting to reach for us when we come into the room….another overwhelming action.

Suffice it to say, this kid blows me away.  He’s the best thing I’ve ever done.  I love him and I’m blessed to have him in my life. 

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