But first, a little trip down memory lane, courtesy of Uncle Joe.
I forgot how much Lucas looked like Anthony when he was first born.
(If his hand gesture is any indication,
I think he's already sick of me taking photos.)
Although I was appropriately warned on Saturday night, I still found myself unprepared when Lucas woke up at 5:30 a.m. and I was forced to start my day only four hours after I went to sleep.
He's very sweet in the morning though, and we had a project ready to go. Banana muffins! I'm kind of the "muffin lady" to him now, so I brought enough bananas to make a double batch. After a pre-dawn breakfast, we got to work.
He was so intent on overseeing every step of the process, we just sat and talked while the first batch baked. He was too engrossed and excited to see the fruits of his labor that he just sat and patiently waited, talking about the banana muffins.
Here's an excerpt from when he was helping me stir the flour. He's talking about the ingredients (I still can't decipher what he's saying about the milk), points out that he makes a mess and clearly is excited to eat banana muffins.
Here is a longer one, when we're first pouring the sugar, etc. into the bowl. You get an idea of how encouraging he was at the store when you see his excitement when I find the extra sugar in the pantry. This one's about 5 minutes and not the most exciting thing in the world, unless you're Gigi, which is why I'm posting....
I had a fun, fun weekend with my boys. I'm so glad I live so close to them now.

