it's so beautiful it makes me want to cry

bugstick

here's lucca having breakfast (or as he calls it, "bugstick") a few weeks ago. just reading the paper over his coffee and eggs.

cheeks? yes please!

bossy

Yesterday as Lucca was climbing into his carseat, he announced, "It's hot in here." I agreed and told him that as soon as I got him buckled in I would start the car and turn on the a/c. He then said authoritatively, "Go out, hot air! Do not come in here!"

You tell it, buddy.

In other news, both Lucca and I have been sick. He is pretty much recovered, but I am still in the thick of it. Go out, sickness! Do not come in here.