Lukey, 15 months

Oh, my poor neglected third child with no professional portraits or anything that resembles a baby book! The least I can do is dedicate a single blog post once in awhile!

Fifteen months has been my favorite age with all of my kids - they are just out of the stage of being super physically demanding, and they are learning so much so quickly and becoming these cute little kiddos before your very eyes. Although I do have to say: I don't remember 15 months being this darn ornery! Luke never stops moving, not for one second. And he's a climber - I am constantly, no...constantly! pulling him down off of things. It's gotten to the place where he stands on the train table and I just sigh, because he can get down safely on his own, and I'm tired of chasing him off of it. The big kids have shortened their TV time in the morning (probably not a bad thing) because Luke drives them crazy turning the TV off and pushing other various buttons on the front.

He's still a peanut: at his most recent well check, he weighed only 21 pounds, 2 ounces (10th %'ile) and measured 30.75" (40 %'ile). But what he lacks in stature he makes up for in voice. The kid is LOUD. Observe (these are happy sounds, by the way):

Put that inside the house with a 3 and a 5 year old, and you'll find yourself seeking solitude in the bathroom once in awhile. But I love watching him learn to vocalize. He has several words that he says consistently that I love to hear:
Dada - yup, good ol' Dad.
DyeDye - Bye Bye
Date-Doo - Thank You
NaNa - Night Night
Mama - I'd like to think it's my name, but he uses it when he points at anything he wants (you can hear him saying it in the video)
No - he hears this one a bunch, see above
Oh-moo - Love You (I only know this because he repeats it when I say it to him)
Uh-Oh - obviously, anytime he drops something

He's drooling like crazy, cutting all four molars. We seem to be past the cranky part, though. He loves to be outside, and he will do anything in his power to keep up with the big kids. I give him a much longer leash than I gave to the others at this age, partially out of necessity and partially because I get more relaxed with time. Also, Katy's really good about watching out for him.

Everyone comments on his hair. It's so blonde, especially compared to the rest of us. And the curls - some days they are so precious and some days they are out of control. I really think that if I were to cut them off, they'd never come back, so I'm reluctant to cut them.

My favorite part of the day with Luke is when I put him to bed, I throw his blanket over my shoulder to get him to cuddle with me for a minute. Then I put him down in his crib and he gives me a kiss through the crib rails (it's funnier that way). My sweet boy, not much of a baby anymore. But I'll keep pretending.

Tidbits: Back to school edition

*It's been a month, and the new school routine is feeling like the new normal. I drop off or pick up from school 14 times in a week, but we're in a good rhythm. Thoughts on kindergarten will wait for another day.

*Soccer makes the evenings feel busy (2 games a week, plus 1 evening at church), but we're already halfway through the season and it will be over before we know it. Katy continues to love it and looks forward to every game. Everyone remarks on how tiny and fierce she is, but her size and speed limit her success on the field. (What I'm saying here is that she doesn't stand out as a strong player except for her spirit).

*One day when I picked David up from preschool, his teacher pulled me aside and said, "He is SUCH a sweet boy. Such a good, good boy." I told her there was nothing I'd rather hear as a parent.

*I have never had an allergic reaction in my life (other than hay fever stuff), but I found myself covered in hives one night this week. It was very bizarre and I still don't know what caused it. (I didn't eat anything new, hadn't used any new soap or anything). They are gradually going away but my FEET are itching like CRAZY.

*We met my grandparents at Young's Dairy for pumpkin picking and had a lovely time. If you ever find yourself in that part of Ohio (any time of year), I highly recommend it.

Cracking up at the goats

Notice anything different about her? She has suddenly decided that she likes to wear JEANS. Wha?!?!

Love my grandparents...Grandpa is fully recovered from a summer of hip fracture and pneumonia. They had some catching up to do with Aunt Mel.

Most bountiful pumpkin patch I've been to!

Cleaning with leaves

*We've been dragging our feet to pay the money to have a tree taken down (victim of Emerald Ash Borer). We had gotten several quotes and just...ouch.  As it turns out, someone knocked on our door and offered to take it down for a third of the price if we could pay cash, right now. So just like that, the tree is gone.

I just...I had no idea. Those two guys are supporting his weight along with shoes that have blades in the tree bark? I prayed the whole time he was up there.

Two hours of entertainment.

Here's where I got REALLY nervous - when the two guys on the ground sent a running chainsaw up on a rope to the man harnessed 20 feet in the air so he could remove a branch. Lord protect us!

See the four men pulling the enormous tree TOWARD themselves with the rope? Two of those men are my husband and my neighbor who came out to help.

Didn't hit anything or anyone. *shew*

*Katy is learning to read, and I am really enjoying working through early reader books with her. She is really motivated and it's fun to see her making connections. Today I found her first attempt to write a whole sentence phonetically.

She told me that it says "David is learning letters. No pictures." (I think she means that once he learns his letters, he can learn to read instead of just looking at pictures?)

*More to come...where did September go?

One of Those Moments

You know those moments as a parent that make all the hard work and sacrifice worth it? They come in big and small sizes, and I try to make a mental note of them as they happen. This week I was fortunate to have a big one.

Katy's been looking forward to playing soccer ("on a team!") since last spring. She had two practices, which she enjoyed, but on the day of her first game, she told me, "But Mommy, I still don't know how to play soccer." She was just having trouble understanding how the game itself was going to work.

The evening of her first game, it was raining a steady rain. Since Brian coaches (and I'd have the boys on the sidelines), I had planned to send David with a neighbor to our weekly church program. But at the last minute, he figured out that he was going to miss Katy's game.  "But I wanted to go cheer for her! I wanted to see her play!"  So he came with us and sat in the rain with pompoms, cheering his little heart out for an hour with not one single complaint. Heart of gold, that one.

We had just pulled in to the overcrowded parking lot and unloaded our gear when I looked at the fields and realized that this was going to be very challenging for Luke. He was already soaked in the first minute, and I'd be chasing him through the mud all night. Just then, my phone rang, and my generous friend Beth, who lives right down the street from the field, offered to come and take Luke back to her house. I have some incredible friends. Seriously.

So each kid on the team plays three quarters and sits one out. Katy played the first quarter, in which she was very clearly trying to figure out what the heck was going on. When she came running over to me to sit out the 2nd, she was jumping up and down like a drowned rat: "Mommy!! That was so fun! I know how to play now! I'm trying to get the ball between those cones! I'm trying to keep the ball away from that red team! When do I get to go back in? When do they blow the whistle? Huh, Mommy? When do I go back in?" She was SO excited.

Third quarter, she went back in. Her team hadn't scored any goals yet, and I'm telling you they were a HEAD shorter than their opponents. (My sister came along, and she kept saying, "Not to sound like a soccer mom, but there's no way those kids are 5.")  Brian had come over to tell me something, and just at that moment, Katy kicked the ball between the cones. She turned around, face beaming, fist pumping, high fiving. We screamed. It was awesome.

And then she did again. Same reaction. It was awesome.

And again. Equally as exciting.

They don't keep score at this age, but if they did, Katy's team did not win, I know that for sure. But it didn't matter at all. We walked back to the car soaking wet, chilly, tired, and GIDDY. She loved it, can't wait for her next game.





And if she ends up playing a lot of soccer, I'm sure the honeymoon will pass and I won't always enjoy watching it in the rain. But for the first time, it was great.

I'm not kidding myself into thinking this means she's going to be good at soccer. It was just so fun to see her enjoying something so much, having some success, feeling good about herself. One of those moments that makes the hard work worth it.