You, Your Brother Legend, and I

 Dear Luca,

    If I am to be perfectly honest, which I almost always am, it was actually Legend, your brother, who took care of your today. He is in 6th grade, 12 years old, and absolutely loving and equally proficient in taking care of you. He knows how to play with you, prepare your bottle, put you in your high chair, offer you food, walk you to sleep. He stops at changing your diapers. I don't blame him, but even then, he occupies you while I struggle to take your diaper off, clean you up, and put a new diaper on, while you are tumbling, turning over, and trying to crawl out of my space.

    This is no easy job, Luca. You are constantly on the move! You love your world and want to know more and more about it. Everything, everywhere. 

    In this picture, you are playing with one of your favorite toys, Legend's earbud holder and charger. We both offered you little cars and other toys, but you remained insistent: the earbud holder!

    

Legend, Luca, and Rio looking on.

In this picture, you have gravitated to one of your favorite spots, the dogs' beds, although Legend and I agree that it's not really the greatest place for you to be. We're keeping a pretty steady eye on you here, so that you don't start rolling around in the dog hair.  The little car in the left corner keeps you fairly well occupied, although I have to be frank: Legend and I enjoy punching the buttons on those little cars and watching them take off across the room.

    And this is you on the go! I love your little cart, and I love watching you learn to navigate it. You are walking just fine with it, and you are also letting go and standing alone from time to time. You're about to put it all together, and take off walking. We're waiting for that to happen. 

 

When your daddy came home the dogs, Legend, you, and I greeted him at the door. Legend took off to this room for much needed down time, and I headed down the mountain in the snow, as you and your dad waved goodbye.