Last week Luke gave me his first real kiss. He puckered up and leaned in and put his lips on mine. It was so sweet. Ever since then I've been begging for another one, but he won't give me one. He leans in with a big slobbery tongue hanging out and I say, "no, do it like this", and he refuses. I guess he missed me enough last week to give me a dry kiss. This week he's like, "enough already!"
Luke took four steps the other day. When he walks holding my fingers he steps out so confidently, and he only falls because he's still hanging onto my hand when I stop walking and he keeps going. Any day now he's going to take off. And boy am I frightened. The kitchen cabinets aren't all locked yet, so I'm spending large parts of my day refolding table cloths, and picking up tupperware. I'd be okay if he stayed on all fours a little while longer.
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