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Why wear one pair when you can wear six pairs of underwear?

Since Luke has given up his afternoon nap and Sutton has embraced hers again, this little man and I get to spend one-on-one time together every day. The day I took this pic we had just finished doing the laundry and he couldn't wait to put on all his clean underwear.

Luke is a feisty boy these days stuck between being big and being little.

He wants to be 5 years old like the big boys he adores, which usually results in the boys running away from him and L doing whatever necessary to get them to include him.

However, let him play with the big boys minus Jack and all goes swimmingly well.

Sometimes separating J&L really allows Luke to have some quality (read: no time outs) spotlight time.

Oy Vey! Brothers!

Yesterday he dumped out Jack's collection jars on his bedroom rug. It was a pile of rocks, acorn, sticks, leaves, hotwheel car wheels, silly bands, popsicle sticks and sea shells.

Most of it went in the garbage. He gravitates toward creating yucky messes.

What surprises me about is Luke did it again this afternoon with what was left?!

There seems to be no consequence/punishment that deters him?

And he comes and confesses so willingly that it is hard to be angry.

He is a ball of passion - cuddles and giggles one second, and covered in ketchup, sand and hand lotion* the next.

*He hasn't tried that combination next, but I wouldn't put it past him.