Monday, November 17, 2008
Luke the Artist
This is what my boy brings home from school. Seven of these are from one day. He handed me six more pictures similar to these from today. He said its because he gets to color when he gets his work finished. They are all to Mom or Dad or Mom and Dad. A house with his family. Blue sky and green grass. I don't know what to do with all of them. But I love that is he is always thinking of us. Maybe his teacher needs to give him more work :) Not really, work should not be for kindergarten. Just play.
The other day I found a picture with just grass and a flower. I said, "Wow, Luke you haven't done a flower like this before." He said, "That's not mine'. I flipped it over and the back said, "I love you" with hearts. Left in his locker by he thinks Diana. He ripped it up. No love notes to Luke, he does not appreciate them. Unless they are from his mom in his lunch.
Tonite I looked at him while we were on the couch and I can feel that these moments are fleeting. When are you going to be taller than me and shaving? I hope you always want your mom to sit right next to you. And then I told his dad about how Luke generously sprinkled pepper on the chocolate chip cookies Darby and I made today. All sixteen that we had left. Or how he drank the milk out of the jug and was lapping up the rest from his cup like a dog. Yes, my sweet boy these moments won't last forever. So give me that big hug. And I'll try to remember that you are always crabby when you get home from school and just let you run.
Our little McCoy family. As pictured by my Luke. He just learned out to play 'grab the bacon' at school. Do you remember that game. Is it more PC to say 'grab' than 'steal'?
And on a more random note that might seem really gross.
How much do you value your sleep?
Would you give your one year old a roll after you get her up from her crib to bribe her into sitting quietly in your bed for a few more minutes. Even if you had to clean up bits of bread in your sheets? Well, Jason started it, but this morning I was the guilty one. Gives me the shivers looking at all those crumbs. We are lazy bums.