Yesterday marked Luca’s 8th monthversary. Little man has finally gone mobile, crawling up a storm and terrorizing anything with green leaves on it. He can deplume a plant in minutes. He’s also got a nack for standing up in his crib and walking around the crib in circles. It’ll be days before this kid learns to ride a skateboard and he comes into the house saying “daddy, I think I broke my arm” (flashbacks to when I was a kid). Luca has also established “Object Permanence” which makes hiding things we don’t want him eating/munging-up behind our backs all the more harder. He’s now twice the size of Marcia, gives her piggyback rides around the house and offers to drive when we go anywhere. The kid is 8 months old and is already wearing 18 month old clothing, he is healthy and that’s a good thing, considering he will never know the taste of meat/carne.
Luca has officially entered the talker phase with an unending barrage of baby gibberish, aimed at anyone who could possibly give him attention, friend or stranger. He is a big coquette, flirting with all manners of humanoid bipeds. It’s ironic that he was born of two rather introverted parents, Luca is most surely a people person. An interaction with a new friend on an airplane, in a store or just on the street: Luca’s energy level is amped like a double shot of espresso and he makes friends wherever he goes. Old and young, the only group he has yet to dent is the middle-aged, disaffected, traveling salesman category.
You can’t win em all, kid.
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He look soo cute and happy. You look like a wonderful father. It only gets better from here. Enjoy.