Mr. Independent

Lucas is my baby.  He's already a year and half (well, next Tuesday, officially) and most of the time he certainly thinks he's 3 like the other boys, but he is my baby.  I love his baby words (he still says  "hawwow" into the phone or "beebee" whenever he sees his face in the mirror or "Melmo" instead of Elmo).  I love his chubby baby legs and cheeks.  I love when he runs.  I love when he naps.  In fact, that's the only time he's not trying to keep up -- when he's napping.  The twins and I really enjoy his nap time as we can get out all the games and do all the things that are just too cumbersome with our little Lukie-menace running around (the Memory game or the Chuggington game is a little tricky when someone keeps moving / stealing the pieces).  But even with nap time, he's asserted his independence.  He no longer "needs" to snuggle to sleep -- he'd rather cuddle with his dragon and Elmo on his own.  Spoon feeding?  No way.  Cut off his corn (from the cob) for him?  No thanks.  Help him climb on the couch?  I've got it, mom.  My baby will not be left in the dust behind his brothers. 

I can do it myself, mom.

Keepin up with the brothers.

Still keepin up with the brothers.

Exhuasted.  Snuggle time with daddy.