From Luke:
I am 11 months old today! One more month until my Birthday! It's an exciting time for me, I'm doing a lot of new fun things. Two nights ago I was standing in Preston's room, holding on to his dresser, while he was getting his pajamas on (and by that I mean that he was dancing around the room, being distracted by everything and not actually putting his pajamas on at all, but I suppose, eventually, pajamas were the end result) Mom and I played a game of "come to Mommy." She sits a foot away from me while I smile and laugh and hold onto things and eventually, if I am brave enough, I let go and take a few tiny steps. I totally did it! I took two tiny steps toward Mommy before tipping over. Mommy and Daddy clapped, and I clapped, and Preston danced around the room completely oblivious to my accomplishment. It was an exicting night.
Then, the next night Mom and I were playing the same game. I bounced and laughed and held onto the dresser while Mommy encouraged me to walk, but this time I was not so brave. I took one step, while still holding on, and then crawled the rest of the way to her. Then I clapped my hands, because I did it! I made it to Mommy. But Mommy just laughed at me. She said I had to take STEPS if I wanted her to clap for me, not just crawl. Maybe next time.
I'm also trying out a few words. Preston has two fish in a fish tank, and I love to watch them. I've been working on the word "fish," but it mostly comes out as "i-sss." I yell "STOP" when Preston yells "STOP." And I love to put at things and say "THIS" (although it sounds a lot like my version of "fish"). Another word I'm working on is "cat" although it sounds like "dat." I mostly communicate by shrieking. It works well for me. I get what I want.
I LOVE the trampoline in the basement, I have the whole thing totally figured out. I also love to dance and I have my own personal jukebox in the corner of the living room. It's this symphony machine that plays music while you add different instruments to it. I push all the buttons (we all know how I love buttons) and dance by bouncing my knees.
Here's a video of me on the trampoline:
I have big news, too! I got a..... bunk bed! Guess which bunk I like to sleep on.... The TOP bunk. I am higher than the fishies, and the boat, and Mommy, and Daddy, and I can see my tick-tock! I'm higher than my tick-tock. I have yellow sheets! And, guess what, Lukey can sleep on the BOTTOM bunk when he gets bigger. I climb the ladder up to my bed!
Tonight Carrie was at gymnastics with Preston, so Luke and I were hanging out in the basement. I was trying to edit a video while Luke played, but he kept trying to kill himself (by climbing the stairs). I was "over it" trying to rescue him every five seconds, so I put up a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as Luke realized that that game was over he decided it was time to touch my tweeter. He knows better. He's just a naughty boy. So I scooped him up one last time and brought him over to where I was working on the computer. He was quiet for a few minutes, until the next thing you know my computer shuts down. We all know how much Luke likes to push buttons.