Luke has officially broken himself of his binky habit. About a month ago, Aron and I talked and decided that we should probably take his binky away before it became a serious habit that would be hard to break. We kind of stalled getting around to this for a while and didn't really try to stop him from using it. About 2 weeks or so ago, Luke just started to reject the binky when we tried to give it to him. We'd put it in his mouth and he'd spit it back out. I have officially thrown all of his binkies in the trash except for one yellow one that I'll keep as a souvenir for him. Maybe Aron and I should tell Luke that we think it's time for him to start changing his own diapers and fixing his own bottles. Wouldn't that be sweet?
Seriously, he's turning into such a big, little guy. His head and face are starting to get more of a big boy look to them. His hair has turned into this fuzzy, tufty little mass of cuteness. Not only is he pulling himself to standing on anything that will support him, he's starting to shimmy around the couch. He likes to take a couple steps between toys--mostly a careful transfer from toy to toy rather than an actual independent stepping process. He's jabbering quite a bit, too. Lots of Dadadadadadadudududududududu.