Lucas has really softened to Libby’s presence in our home. What a relief! I was truly concerned for her safety for quite a while there.
He really loves his “Bibby.” He’s terrifically sweet with her. Every morning he comes running into our bedroom and cries, “Bibby!” in his most excited tone. He jumps up on the bed and begins assaulting her with kisses. Kisses on the head, on the cheeks, the eyes, the hands and her tiny toes. Especially the toes.
But while Lucas’s change of heart concerning Libby’s
eatableness edibility ability to be eaten is great, that’s not what this post is about.
It’s about this kid.
He’ll be two on Saturday. TWO. Ho-LEE Crap. My baby has suddenly turned into a sassy, little, dirty-faced toddler. And like all the toddlers I know, he has a favorite past time.
Watch closely while I demonstrate.
I told you, typical.
(Poor Libby, she has no idea how gross her brother is!)