
Luke turns 18 months old today, which is a monumental milestone to me. At some point recently, I stopped tracking Luke's age/progress in months, and the 20th of every month wasn't as significant as it had been during his first year of life. However, 18 months seems like such a big deal- My baby is a year and a half old! I have started becoming wistful of some of Luke's baby-isms, and how rapidly they are disappearing. The chubby rolls on his legs have all but vanished (I'm hanging on to one fold left in each little thigh), those sweet dimples on his hands are fading (you know, the adorable indentations that all babies seem to have at the base of their fingers), and his infant feet with their "dinosaur toes", although still delicious to kiss, are no longer so tiny! I'm also starting to forget what life was like before we had a baby. For a while after Luke was born, Mark and I were able to remember life as a young, married couple. However, this was usually in the context of "What in the world did we do with all that spare time?" since caring for a child seems to consumes 100% of each day. But now that I so comfortably identify with my role as a mother, the "Before Baby" years seem like a different lifetime. It's hard to believe that only a year and a half ago, we didn't know our dear son yet! Here are a few cute pictures of our newly-turned 18 month old:

This cool dude is no longer a baby!
Editor's Note: (Luke will only wear my sunglasses upside down! A new fashion trend?)

Pantless modeling of Luke's new brown bear slippers- so cute!
Luke's 18-month birthday also falls within a few days of me turning 31, which seems like a much more mature birthday than 30 was for me. As my younger, 29-year old husband pointed out, "Carrie, you can't even
pretend to be close to your 20's now that you are 31." Thanks, Mark! Maybe I'm just feeling older because of the gray hairs that Wake Forest gave me on Saturday when we attended the WFU-Clemson football game. I can't even discuss the score or the fact that tailgating in 45 degree cold rain on Saturday morning was especially painful for this old lady, but it was a fun day despite our team's dismal loss. My parents were in town last week visiting, and it was wonderful to celebrate with them, and so nice to have them watch Luke while Mark and I went to the game. Here we are, the ever-loyal Deacon fans:

Luke and Grandpa watched the game from the comfort of our couch!

The kids mourned the Deacon's poor performance...

The best part of the day was coming home to snuggle together!
Luke loved having Grandpa and Mimi here, and since they have left, he's walked around the house looking for them and calling their names. Whenever my cell phone rang today, Luke would cock his head and ask, "Mimi?" in a hopeful voice. Below are some pictures from their visit:

Reading the comics with Grandpa

Cuddling with Mimi

Luke's new favorite activity is to "caw-ca" (color) with crayons.

Reading stories is still a great bonding time!
Happy 18-month birthday to our little boy. You are certainly loved and cherished by your parents, grandparents, and friends, and bring smiles and joy to all who meet you. You are growing up before our eyes, and I am so blessed to spend each day with you! Love, Mommy
P.S. Despite what Daddy says about me being old, you keep me young at heart! Thank you!