Dip Dip Dip

This afternoon I was sitting in the office nursing Jules and poking around on the computer. Luke was still napping. I heard a weird noise in the kitchen. A squeal sort of noise. I ran in there, to find my Luke, sitting up at the island with his hockey puck, balsamic vinegar running down his face, dip dip dipping bread and cheese into balsamic vinegar and pesto and tomatoes with gleeful abandon. He must have walked downstairs, and had his balsamic radar go off, climbed up on the high stool, and sat himself down for a meal. I have no idea how long he was there. He ate about half of my giant afternoon late lunch meal/snack before I caught him. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, so Jules and I helped him polish off the rest of my meal.

If you notice in the pic there is a hockey puck on the island. Some kids use pacifiers. Some have blankets, or teddy bears, or whatever. Luke has a hockey puck. He sleeps with it. A while ago it was the basketball. Then golf balls. Now puck. Night Night Luke, Night Night puck. Two nights ago he asked me to give the puck a kiss goodnight. We are deep in the throes of another passionate new obsession. It's actually quite annoying how obsessed with golf Luke is. Every.single.time I get him out of the car in our garage we start a golfball/club begging match. He catches a glimpse of my clubs sitting there, and starts begging to play with them. Every single time its time to go inside its a heartbroken little drama as he is told that the (real) golfballs have to stay outside (he has hollow ones for inside, but never seems to remember that in his moment of heartbreak). I hear "Mama, where golfball go?" ~ honestly? ~ 200ish times a day. I have decided that it's time to get the kid some kids clubs. We have broken two sets of el cheapo plastic kid golf clubs, and I refuse to waste more money on those garbage things again. So, I'm in the hunt for toddler/kid golf clubs, if anyone has any recomendations or experience please let me know.

Jules has just come to life lately. Thats her "cleaning" above. Whenever she can she will swipe a wipe, and she and Luke will go on feverish "cleaning" binges around the house. She is just hilarious all of a sudden. She is talking so much, she is so interactive and funny, she loves to dance, and today she beat up Luke for the very first time (:/). Today was their first official "fight". We were reading books on the couch while our oatmeal cooked early this morning. Luke had a book that Julia decided that she wanted. She GRABBED it out of his hands while yelling "Me me me me me me meeeeeeeeeee". He resisted, and held onto the book, while saying "No, Julia". She took offense, I presume, as she then reached up, grabbed a fistfull of his hair, and pulled ~ hard ~ until he started crying and dropped the book. It was literally the first time I have ever seen any agression from her towards him. It both made me laugh (secretely, of course) and made me furious. Little Sumo, Julia Elise.

We head to the beach in a few hours. Luke has been talking about it all week. "Luke go Cape May. Luke catch big fish with Pop Pop Uncle Pete". Have a great weekend everyone.