Internet, meet Lucas. Lucas is both beautiful and crazy. Crazy, like, genius crazy. In fact, if you ask him, "Lucas, where's the excavator?" he'll point to the picture of an excavator truck amongst a page full of other dump-truck looking things. Dude, I didn't even know what an excavator truck looked like before a 20 month old pointed to one for me.
Before Lucas was born, I referred to him as "baby lu." Depending on which sex he ended up, he would be a Lucy or a Lucas, so "Lu" worked as a gender-neutral catch-all. The whole time his mother was pregnant, I had this vision of baby lu being cuddly and gurgly for a long time and then all of a sudden being in school and being a boy. It turns out that Lucas stopped being a baby lu long before being a grown-up. And it turns out that the inquisitive, becoming-a-person, genius toddler stage is even better than the cuddly gurgly stage. Totally better.
Here he is shining in the sunlight and investigating a non-digital camera. I love you, baby lu.
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