He’s changed so much in the almost nine months I’ve had him.  He’s HUGE.  I went to a cookout at Jessie’s work last Friday and one of his coworkers has a daughter who is almost two and I am not kidding when I say that Lukas was only maybe 4-5 inches shorter than her.  I mean, I know I had a big baby.  I was the one pregnant with him, but seeing that sometimes just drives the point home more firmly. 

He’s so cute, still.  I didn’t think I’d be the type of mom that would be THIS gaga over my child, but I am.  I stay home with him all day, and he does wear on my nerves sometimes, but I can’t say that he drives me crazy.  He makes me smile way more than irritate me during the course of a day.  I’m thankful for that a lot of days.  Those long eyelashes, blue eyes, and that contagious smile are the best thing I’ve got in my day-to-day life. 

When we pick him up, he’s starting to hug us.  It used to be that we would pick him up and he would just sit there with his arms wherever, but now he wraps his arms around our necks and lays his head on our shoulders and let me tell you that that is the sweetest thing.  It melts your heart so instantly when your baby hugs you and you know that they need and love you.

Even though he’s crawling now, it’s not what you picture when you picture a baby crawling.  He uses his arms and his right leg…it looks like an army crawl.  He does it out of necessity and it frustrates him immensely that he doesn’t move faster.  He was just never really completely on board with the whole "crawling" thing so we practice walking everyday and he is getting SO good at it.  We hold his little hands and stand behind him and he starts taking these delicate, ginger little steps and giggles the whole time.  It’s easier to do when Jessie is home so he can walk to one of us.

Just because he’s not happy about crawling doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend most of his day doing it.  He’s everywhere!  Luckily, the living room is baby-proofed and mostly ok for him to go around.  When he does try to get into soemthing he’s not supposed to, he knows what "no" means and my shaking my head.  You have to tell him about 15 times, but he knows.  Babies definitely teach you patience.  It’s not hard to remember that they are babies and can’t remember that you said "no" just a second ago.  I don’t understand people who can sit and scream at their kids all day.  I’m just glad Lukas is curious. 

I’m not sure, but I think he’s starting to call me "Bwah Bwah".  He was doing it all day today.  He would want me and start going "bwah bwah!" and I would try to correct him by telling him that I’m Momma, but he’d get mad at me and scream "BWAH BWAH!"  And no, he didn’t want his bottle, he wanted me to come play with him or hold him, so don’t think he was trying to say "ba ba".  He mostly babbles at this point, but he does it a LOT.  He’s a very vocal little guy. 

I am SO excited about his birthday.  A part of me is sad that it will only just be the three of us, but another part of me, that part that has to keep the rest of me together in this place, says that it’s not a bad thing for him to be close to his parents like this.  It’s going to be a Sesame Street themed party.  I’m making him a cookie monster cake and I’ve got almost everything.  His presents (minus those from Grandma Yuengling) are in the basement already wrapped.  Let’s just say that I’m going to have to work pretty damned hard to make the rest of his birthdays top this one. 

I love him so much.  I’ve surprised myself in seeing how I am as a parent.  I’m way different than I thought I would be.  Totally way different. 

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