January was a month that had its ups and downs. There was fun, romance, snow and a little naughtiness.
On an outing, Mom and Luke discovered the “best park ever”. Its toys were all space themed; perfect for our boy.

When it snowed the kids went out to play and sled. Luke decided to bust a move.

Stacey and I have been really lucky with Luke. He was never a biter, doesn’t usually break stuff, and generally will not make a huge mess of things unless they are his toys.
One day, though, Stacey came into the living room to find 8 pieces of furniture looking like this:
When I was alerted of the situation by text, I knew my wife’s prized vintage sofa was intact. I knew this because my son yet lived.