Lucian is going to be the cause of my grey hair, I just know it. Does that surprise you? I know, when I've written about him, it's usually that he's so shy and reserved in comparison to his brother, but there is a mischevious side of him emerging that makes me think he will be a lot like his daddy as time goes on.
Like his daddy, you ask? Well, let me enlighten you- Paul was definitely a quiet one... he let Monica speak for him just like I let Tony speak for me. BUT he was super adventurous, loved fire and explosions, and climbing.
Climbing.
Max was never much of a climber. I mean, he didn't even walk until 16 months! He did some climbing as he got older, like any normal kid, but he never climbed higher than I was comfortable. In general, if he didn't think he could get down, he wouldn't try getting up. Lucian? Not so much. I was washing dishes today and glanced into the living room to see Max at the table coloring... Wait a minute! That's not Max, that's Lucian! And he's standing inches from the edge of the chair! How in the blazes did he get himself up there?
Yes, like the wonderful mother I am, I grabbed my camera and snapped pictures before coming to his rescue, but really he wasn't in any mood to be rescued. He was perfectly content to teeter on the very edge of the chair with a crayon in his mouth. What's the big deal?
Here's where I sigh loudly and add hair color to our budget...
Like his daddy, you ask? Well, let me enlighten you- Paul was definitely a quiet one... he let Monica speak for him just like I let Tony speak for me. BUT he was super adventurous, loved fire and explosions, and climbing.
Climbing.
Max was never much of a climber. I mean, he didn't even walk until 16 months! He did some climbing as he got older, like any normal kid, but he never climbed higher than I was comfortable. In general, if he didn't think he could get down, he wouldn't try getting up. Lucian? Not so much. I was washing dishes today and glanced into the living room to see Max at the table coloring... Wait a minute! That's not Max, that's Lucian! And he's standing inches from the edge of the chair! How in the blazes did he get himself up there?
Yes, like the wonderful mother I am, I grabbed my camera and snapped pictures before coming to his rescue, but really he wasn't in any mood to be rescued. He was perfectly content to teeter on the very edge of the chair with a crayon in his mouth. What's the big deal?Here's where I sigh loudly and add hair color to our budget...
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