Kids are funny. I know this because A. I have one and B. because people make bookoo bucks making money off of them being funny…t.v. shows, commercials, blogs, etc. They’re funny simply for being them and for their non-jaded approach to life. And because they have no filter, self -esteem issues, or modesty. It’s pretty B.A to be a kid.

 

Recently, Luke has been a riot to be around. He’s started to figure out he can play games with us…like making us chase him around the house and up and down the stairs or tossing toys at us and shoving things in places he shouldn’t (let your imagine go wherever it wants to with that). He makes funny noises with his mouth…

 

….he just makes us laugh…not by his own efforts, but just by being a baby…like last night when he realized he wasn’t a big fan of oranges (after eating them 10 times before with NO issues) or by being attacked my bubbles in the bath tub…he’s the reason we are probably canceling cable…who needs it! (OK, I need it yes, but in the age of netflix, hulu, and families with HBO GO log-ins, my world will continue on…)