It's been an interesting couple of weeks for our family. I caught the Polynesian Death Plague, and promptly gave it to Melissa, so we've been going through Kleenex boxes like candy. Good times.
Luke has fortunately been immune to the cold so far. We're not sure if we got it from him or somewhere else, but he hasn't shown symptoms nearly as severe as ours.
He's, of course, still growing like a weed. He's eating an estimated 20 ounces of solid food a day, and still gulping down 20-28 ounces of milk. Naturally, this consumption is clearly visible on the other end. Basically every diaper contains some "number two".
I decided to let Luke type a line on this week's blog, so here you go:
aasssssssssssssaazx
A little on the vulgar side, but we'll assume he doesnt know what he's doing yet.
Luke likes to scream regularly now. He thinks it's just another form of talking. He's got some pretty strong lungs on him. He'd make a good singer or swimmer.
He thinks people are the most interesting thing around, but he's definitely fascinated with anything and everything. Any strange sounds that we take for granted has his full attention. He's pretty obsessed with my computer power cord at the moment.
He sleeps very well. He will crash around 6:30-7 and usually sleep straight to 5:30-6 the next morning. Melissa and I are still stubborn and will try to stay up until past midnight, but our squirmy little alarm clock is always right on schedule.
