Moms Don't Have Favorites

They don't, right? Of course not. Because that wouldn't be fair to the other kids. But if I had a favorite right now:

It would be Luke. Don't tell!

Okay, I really do love all my kids but right now Luke is at the most adorable age. Seriously, everything he does is cute. How he drags his blanket and stuffed lemur around the house (and how he tries to say lemur: "Weemuh") How he gives kisses with a big, "mmmmmmmmmMA!" How he says "car car" and "shoe shoes" and "ball ball". How he says, "Mine!" How he gets excited when he sees food and goes, "Mmm! Mmmm!" until he gets some of it. How he just kind of does his own little thing most of the time. How he holds baseball bats backwards. How he gives us really confused looks and furrows his eyebrows a lot. How he is the most ticklish kid in the world. How he calls himself (or pictures of himself) and his brother, "Wall". How he finds nerf guns (or anything that sort of resembles one) and starts making shooting sounds, "Pf! Pf!" and laughing. How he hears every single airplane and helicopter overhead and points to the sky (even if he can't see them). How he jabbers as if we totally understand everything he's saying. Even how he cries really dramatically with real tears and lays out flat on his stomach whenever he thinks a babysitter is here to watch him (he's usually fine after like a minute). He is seriously just the cutest thing ever.