This morning, Luke walked in to my bedroom holding a waffle that he’d stolen from the freezer. When I reprimanded him for it, he held it out like a steering wheel and said, “It not waffle, it a car mommy”, and then he drove away.

Whenever we go outside Luke asks if he can “go race.” That means drive around on the tricycle or in his red car. The car is his favorite mode of transportation.

Luke is very particular about his clothing lately. Most days he wants to wear a red shirt with an airplane on it (thankfully we have two, one is Adam’s). He will also accept a red shirt with a train on it, or a blue shirt with an airplane.

He’s also very anti-shorts lately. Whenever I do manage to get him in to a pair he tries to pull them down to cover the rest of his legs. When that doesn’t work, he insists on changing in to pants. I tried to trick him the one day by pointing out how Adam was wearing shorts and making a big deal about it. Luke looked at him and said, “Wow, nice job Adam! Look good!”

Luke is also one of Adam’s biggest fans at t-ball. He loves pointing out the numbers on the back of the kids’ shirts.

He’s pretty fantastic.