Wednesday, December 9, 2009

He's a sneaker

So this morning I had Sesame Street on in the back ground while Luke played and I piddled around online.  Then I glance up and he's here.....

I had no idea he would be intrested enough in the show to stop playing, crawl up on the couch, and seat himself in such a way to watch it.  Nice.  It's better than what he tried to do later in the afternoon, which was to crawl up on the coffee table and watch Ellen from there. 

Confession.  For lunch there is a really good chance that I only made myself half of a sandwich instead of a whole sandwich so that I would have more room in my belly for all of the cookies I brought home last night.  And I made extra coffee to go with them.  But in my defense, if I didn't eat them all while Cody was at work then he would have come home and eaten them all and I would have gotten none.  There.  Justified.

Then something unexpected happened after nap time.  I was drawing something up at the dining room table, with coffee and my said plate of cookies, when out of the corner of my eye I spy Luke trying to be sneaky.  I look over and his eyes are staring at me, but his hand  is at the plate with one of my cookies.  *sigh*  Really?  You too?  Since he pulled down a really crumbly peanut butter cookie that had a Kiss in the middle of it, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with a melt down, I let him have it in his high chair.  20 mintues later I look up from my drawing and this is what I see. 

It almost looks like he's bleeding chocolate.  Or sneezed chocolate.  Or just really enjoyed that Kiss.

Ohhhhh, what happened to the days my baby only ate from a Dr. Brown?


Anonymous said...

Maybe Luke needs "a Kiss a day" til Christmas! :) What a cutie!

Lucy Marie said...

Hehehe. I love love love your stories about his mischief!