I'm a BIG boy!

And he just keeps getting bigger and older. Luc, that is. He recently outgrew his cute little toddler train bed (literally! His feet were hitting the bottom of the bed) so we passed it along to another little boy and purchased a set of bunk beds from IKEA. Luc loves his new bed(s) and switches between the top and bottom bunk at will. Since the train bed went, so did the train wall clings. We surprised Luc with big dino clings for his walls. It is now truly a big boy room. If you come to visit our house, expect the hard sell to sleep on the bottom bunk.






Another big boy activity that we have been waiting to do was a trip to the climbing gym. We went over the July 4th holiday weekend and hooked Luc up to a belay rope. He quickly learned the terminology and always asked his belayer, "On belay?" Before starting his ascent. After a few false starts, he did quite well on the walls and even managed to climb up higher than Mommy could reach to support him. His favorite part was the bouldering wall. Actually, he enjoyed the crash pad beneath the wall the best. He would climb up about 5 feet or so, then throw himself on to the crash pad. (For the nervous grandparents in the audience: Luc was under parental supervision at all times!) He is a natural, and even scored some comments from fellow climbers that we had a litte Spiderman on our hands.

World Cup Fever!

So we're soccer fans every four years. We thoroughly enjoyed the games over the last month, though had some loyalty issues. We were obviously rooting for the US, until they were knocked out. Spain was a family favorite, but Messi, one of the star Barca players, is actually Argentinian, so we did follow them a bit as well. Crazy Hair Day at Luc's school coincided with futbol, so we sent our own little soccer hooligan to school. Here is Luc kitted out in his Barca "Messi" gear. The picture doesn't show them, but he has on mismatched soccer socks as well. He has two different Barca kits and one year has vertical striped socks, the other has horizontal stripes. He loves to wear one of each.

It Takes a Village

Everyone likes to say it, "It takes a village to raise a child." It's true for us for sure. I didn't realize how much so until I was sitting in a Baptist church watching my baby "graduate" from preschool. The kids sang songs about how they can't wait to go to school and posed for photos with their teachers and diplomas. It was precious, but not particularly moving. Then the slide show started. We watched 10 minutes of photos that gave us a window in to a life that I am not directly a part of. Those pictures told me stories of friendship, boo-boos, learning, playing, experiencing, just being... the kinds of things he doesn't deem important enough to share at the dinner table because to him, it is just life. So thank you to our little village of friends, family, teachers. He can't even begin to understand how lucky he is to have his particular village behind him as he moves through life. But we do.