Here are a couple of funny stories I have to share:
1) The other day I bought shampoo and conditioner at the store. I put them on the stairs so that they could be carried up to my bathroom. When Luke and I were heading upstairs to get ready for bed, I asked Luke to put the shampoo and conditioner in Mommy's bathroom. He ran in with the shampoo, left it in the bathroom and ran back out. Later, after Luke had gone to bed and I was getting ready for bed myself, I realized where Luke had put the shampoo and conditioner - in the toilet! (I guess he thought the toilet is "the bathroom.") A similar thing happened again a few nights later. (No, I didn't learn my lesson the first time). We were brushing our teeth and Luke had run out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his hand. I asked him to go put it back in the bathroom.... yep, you guessed it - he put it in the toilet! I just had to laugh.
2) One morning while I was getting ready for work, Luke climbed up on my bed. Then he started jumping on the bed and saying "Monkey jump." I realized where he got that from - we read a book called "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed." I reminded him what happened to the monkeys - they fell off and got an ouchie - then they had to sit in time out. (not really, but this is my version of the story). So needless to say, we don't read that book anymore!!
3) They told me this story at school the other day: apparently they have this plastic zoo set at school with many different animals. (It's quite life-like, not in size, but in detail). So Luke doesn't like the gorilla at all!! "Rilla - scawy." He thinks the gorilla is scary. They always have to remove the gorilla from the bunch and put it high up on a shelf before Luke will play with the rest of the animals. One day he didn't see the gorilla so he thought it was safe to play. Well, the gorilla was hiding and when another kid pulled the gorilla out, Luke took off across the room.
4) And the best news of all... Luke can count to 10! Well, sort of. He skips 8. I don't know why. But it's really cute. One, two, twee, four, fibe, sick, seben, nine, ten. Then nine, ten again.
5) Luke turns 2 on Friday (the 22nd). I've been trying to prep him for it. I keep asking him how old he is going to be. His answer is "one." I tell him, "no, you're going to be 2." Finally just yesterday he got it right. I've also been asking him what he wants for his birthday and his response is "cake." That's it. Just cake.
