Bits and Pieces

I haven't done a random post in a while, however there are just too many different things floating around upstairs for me to chose to blog about. I'm guessing that is what Twitter is for, but I don't do Twitter yet (in case you are looking for me), so therefore today you get random.


Lukas had a tough weekend on the changing table. Mrs. LIAYF and I spent most of the weekend in a pitched battle with our son each and every time we would lay him down in his room to be changed. He would scream and yell, twist and turn, cry and weep like we were subjecting him to a cruel and unusual form of toddler torture. We couldn't figure out what was up until Mrs. LIAYF finally asked him if he was afraid he was going to fall. A whimpering "yeah" confirmed it. After a backwards fall off the bed a few days ago where he wasn't physically hurt, Lukas seems to have developed a fear of falling. We are now reassuring him and hoping it passes soon.

With each passing day, Luke's vocal skills continue to improve. He clearly repeats dozens of words throughout a given day, and has started to put groups of words together regularly to inquire about the world around him. However, in true toddler form, he has running conversations with us where we just can't figure out what the words he is using represent. He will be jabbering and suddenly, displaying what seems like a form of toddler torrets, emphatically shout out a 'word' or two at the top of his lungs to which we are left clueless. Tonight it was CAPEESH! But sadly, no, we didn't understand.

With Valentines Day fast approaching, Lukas seems to have recovered nicely from his bout with a broken heart. As I arrived to pick him up from daycare today, Lukas' caregiver took time to relate to me the story of how one of the two little girls left in his room after the departure of Venus, we will call her Aphrodite, spent ample amounts of time today giving him lingering hugs. "She seems to have been the instigator" commented the provider. And as I held him in my arms ready to walk out the door, she came over with an outstretched hand. I obligingly leaned over so he could take her hand for a passing moment, and take in her bright eyes and big smile. Again, the other boys in the room stared vacantly at this exchange.

Thanks goes out to DC Urban Dad, who bestowed upon me today, yet another blogger award. Though I am a bit fuzzy on what it is called, I really do appreciate it.




This award shows the values that every blogger shows in his or her effort to transmit cultural, literal, ethical and personal values every day.

Oh and of course, the award comes with rules:

1) Accept the award and post it on your blog along with the name of the person who gave you the award.

(Done.)

2) Pass it on to (15) bloggers that you know who deserve it.

(The award is great but I just can't keep giving these awards to the same small group of bloggers who I interact with, so I am passing on the 2nd rule. Capeesh?)