Daddy "Look for the giant "O" to find the golden bird statues"
We couldn't even be mad at him, and he very willingly helped to wash it off.
Lukey Luke is teething, that could be the end of the story. He's fussy a lot of the time. He had a gross cold last week with loads of boogs - even the kind that come out of his eyes, lovely, I know - but seems to be recovering from that. He's just miserable from the teething, and I wish there was something I could do for him.
When he's not miserable, he's super cute as usual. He definitely has his own style. He likes to look at books, but not read them. Tonight at bed time I sat in his rocker while he climbed in an out of my lap with 17 different books - one at a time of course. He likes to climb down, find a new book, hand it to me, climb back in my lap, page through the book while he talks or sings to himself, throw the book onto the floor, climb down *repeat.* If I try to read the book to him he literally tells me to "stop," and if I try to turn the pages he gets mad, closes the book on my hands and throws it. Sometimes he'll let me participate, if the book is really worth his time. If is has things that he is supposed to touch or buttons to push then it is worth his time to look at every page. Otherwise the book is not worthy!
I've gotten used to his system, and I've decided that as long as we are going through the motions of book reading and discovery I'll let him take the lead for now. He's clearly interested, but he has his own agenda. Maybe it's second child syndrome to some extent. He is so used to Preston taking away whatever awesome toy he finds to play with that now he is over protective of everything he can get his hands on.
We went to a picnic with some of my work friends over the weekend and had fun playing with some new friends.