Every Thursday is Luke's birthday. Today he is eleven weeks old. Next Thursday he will be 3 months old! It's hard to believe it's been that long when the memory of giving birth to him is still so fresh in my mind. Then I look at how strong his neck and back are, how big he is, how he has found his fingers and can put them in his mouth, how he smiles when Derek comes home from work, the ever-constant laundry and dishes and I think, "has it only been three months?"
Yesterday we made bread. I only say "We" because Luke woke up just after I added the yeast and I couldn't stop making the bread, but he was demanding some attention so I put him in his pouch and WE made bread. He was fussing, so I was dancing around and pounding, kneading, rolling the dough - it was my aerobic exercise for the day. The bread turned out so good that I ended up skipping the casserole I had defrosted and making soup so that we could eat soup and fresh bread for dinner. yum!
An old man stopped us in the store this morning and asked in broken English, "Much age?" and I said "2 1/2 months". Then he asked, "What name?" and I said "Luke". He smiled saying, "San Luke" and I replied, "Only when he's sleeping".
Well, Sarah wonders if he isn't saintly all the time....and maybe saints are just allowed to fuss and cry more than we previously thought....San Luke....that's lovely.
ReplyDeleteThat pic of him in the carrier made me realize how big he is getting!! Can't wait to hold him again! Happy Thursday Luke Stanley!
ReplyDeletewhat color would you say his hair is? It continues to look a little red to me :).
ReplyDeletekeep wishing...it's brown
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