Nice & Sweet

I am so proud of this boy:

Even if he makes this face in most pictures:

Today we had parent/teacher conferences. I don't know if I already mentioned it, but Luke graduated from the Special Needs Preschool that he went to last year (it wasn't a formal graduation...he just tested out). It took him a little while to be interested in speaking clearly and using fine motor skills, but he really took off after a year in that program and I am forever grateful to those angel teachers of his. They still keep in touch with us from C-bus and want to know how Luke is doing. There is nothing like an amazing teacher...I wish I had a million dollars to give them. 

Now he goes to a co-op preschool. Co-ops are really common here. In case you've never heard of it, it is a totally normal preschool with a real certified (awesome) teacher and two large classrooms. The only thing a little different is that parents are heavily involved in assisting in the classroom and having other responsibilities to keep it all running smoothly...making the cost a little less expensive. It took me a while to get him enrolled and he has only been going for a few weeks, but today I got to talk to his teacher one-on-one. She is so nice...I'm sure she makes every parent feel so darn proud of their kid. I was no exception. She ended by saying, very sincerely, how Luke is such a very nice and sweet boy. It's true.

Except maybe, when he's doing this:

But how could a little brother be mad for long when his tormentor big brother has such a congenial laugh and friendly disposition?

I have to say that even though Luke really knows how to push my buttons sometimes, I couldn't be more grateful for this sweet boy in my life. Lately, he is SO into being funny. He tries all day to make jokes. I don't always know how to respond. Example:

In the car...totally randomly...

Luke: "Find someone else to be your yo-yo!"

[silence]

Luke: "Was that funny Mom?"

Me: "Ummm... I guess"

Or tonight, I was laying down next to him as he fell asleep and I started playing with his hair. He kind of jumped and said, "what was THAT?!". Then when he saw my hand, he laughed and said, "Oh, I thought it was my curtain!!" (his curtain hangs right behind his bed). He was dying of laughter. I mean, could hardly breathe! The next 15 minutes consisted of jokes along this line. He wanted me to touch his hair and then he would say "What!? Oh I thought it was _____ (fill in the blank)". All the while, laughing with tears in his eyes. I couldn't help but laugh too. He was having so much fun. 

He is always asking me, "Do you think I'm funny Mom?" I'm getting a little concerned that he cares too much about being funny (Don't all McCann's to be honest?!). So I always tell him that he is so funny and makes me laugh and smile. But even more important than being funny, is being kind and good. He is definitely those things as well.

And he builds amazing things. Like this little garage for his cars.

Thanks to this book, he has filled our walls with fun pictures...

And what is a blog post without pics of this cutie...

Aren't pictures worth a thousand words?

Do you even have to ask why I will still get up in the middle of the night when this kiddo yells out my name? He is way too much fun to cuddle with.

But having a big brother is tough sometimes!