Whenever I think abstractly about Luka, I always think "Sweet Lu" because, well, she is. She is a little sweet pea mamacita. She is a little thing, yet her big heart shines through so apparently. Her smile is giant - it still catches me by surprise. Her nose crinkles, one eye squints... it is a full-face smile and it fills me with pure happiness.
Her new favorite word is Baby and she carries around any Baby she can find and hugs it and kisses it repeatedly and holds the Baby up for us to kiss and then kisses the Baby again herself. Her Babies include the more predictable stuffed Bunny, Bear and Baby Lily, but she doesn't discriminate. She Babies little plastic toys and the plastic motorcycle man that rides on Roscoe's remote control 4-wheeler, kissing his helmet and cuddling his perma-squatting plastic body. She spontaneously gives us kisses and "ugga-mugga" nose kisses. She loves to love. Daddy, of course, gets special sweetness. Only for him does Lu tilt her cheek toward him and wait for him to kiss it and then burrows in his chest with a big smile. She may have been attached to Mama out of the gate, but this girl is a Daddy's Girl through and through.
Just like I did when I was young, she follows her Big Brother around, showering him with love. She is convinced he is the funniest and coolest person on the planet. It is harder to give him a time out these days because she goes and sits by him and pats his head and hugs him and tries to pull him up.
Even the dogs can't escape her affections. She is often found following them around, hugging their backs. Sometimes still hugging them as they walk away, walking with them. As an aside, the other day Ray and Luka had a conversation that went something like this:
Ray: say Mama
Luka: Mama
Ray: say Baby
Luka: Baby
Ray: say Doggy
Luka: shhh shhh shhh
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