We jumped in the car and headed on a road trip to Oma's house this afternoon. Luke slept for a little over an hour of the two and a half hour drive. We he woke up, he was easily entertained by all the vehicles on the freeway. "Big truck!" "Yes, Luke, that is a big truck." "Nother big truck?" "I'm sure there will be another big truck soon, but I can't make it appear."
Upon our arrival, Oma was still at school, so we invaded her house and Luke has spent the last two hours making the place his own. First thing first, all the stuffed animals needed to be properly spread out all over the floor. Then the books in the bookcases needed to be arranged in a more decorative manner. In addition, all the candles needed to be removed from their charming holders, sniffed, carried around, and left indiscriminately throughout the house. Finally, that pen holder needed to be emptied. He actually refilled the pen holder and then accidentally dumped it over again. His exclamation of, "Oh!" and the look on his face told me that he really did mean to set things right.
Luke has left the room and I'm feeling the need to follow him! More later!
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You may rearange my home any time you want. It was pure delight to come home to those big hugs, sweet kisses, and brigh blue eyes. Love to you all, Mom/Oma
PS. Sunday morning I noticed that Luke had put back the candles in the bathroom just where they belonged. However, they were all upside down in their holders. One of my many delightful finds after you left.
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