Luke's new favorite thing to do, besides climb on anything taller than his ankle, is to hit. He likes to slap my chest while he's nursing. When I stopped him from doing that, he tried hitting his head a few times instead. Apparently, Luke doesn't find hitting himself all that fun.
Meike took a nap on the couch today. Luke was only having so much of that. She is his personal entertainment curator, after all. What's the best way to wake a sister up? Slap her in the face repeatedly and stick your finger up her nose. Fingers in the eye are also pretty effective.
I think he's learning that other people, oddly enough, are not fond of being hit. Luke has even generalized this to the cat in a somewhat sociopathic manner. He knows she likes to be pet, so when she comes near him, he says, "Awwwww." He pets her gently. She purrs and rubs against him. He hugs her. It's very adorable. And then, he strikes. He snatches a handful of her hair and skin, throws himself on top of her, and bops her on the head until she manages to scramble out from under him.
Maybe I was wrong with the sherpa prediction. Maybe he's leaning more towards crocodile wrestling at this point in his life.
I cannot believe that I've had to remove comments because people were saying really shitty things about A BABY!
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