
I am eight months old already! For the first time a month will not be highlighted by any visits to the doctor's office, because I am doing fabulous! My talent list now includes: feeding myself mushy things and pulling up on anything that will hold still long enough. Recently I earned the nickname Crash Man Luke because I am forever crashing into something. My great joys of the moment include racing Mom to the
litter box and clearing shelves of any reachable objects. I also love dancing, bike rides, hanging out in the
Mei tai, my silly sister and playing with water (even if that water is just Emma's bowl). Presently my most difficult thing is sleeping at night, I'll stand up when I should be sleeping and find myself stuck that way and needing assistance to get back down and soothing to return to dreamland. My tired parents are hoping that I soon learn to get down on my own, but it's sort of nice to visit with them all night. I've been told that someday my reign as baby may end so I have to check in every two hours or so to make sure my voice is still heard. Sure enough, Mom or Dad is right there every time!