Lovely Luca

Luca Oliver Livingstone Clark

Born March 2, 2006


So this story begins a bit more sane than the first time around. I didn't even nearly reach the 200 mark, and my ankles remained until the end. My stomach was just the right size, and although I lived in fear of 10 pounds, I was very pleased to welcome a very average 8 lb 5 oz baby boy. Labour was short and sweet (2 hours) and all natural. I often feel as though that was one of the best days of my life. It was incredibly amazing for both Tony and I to have a more natural birth. Luca came out all brown like the first time, with another full set of hair. I could also have sworn he had blue eyes, although everyone was quick to tell me that would change (it didn't!) My blue eyed, brown haired boy with those same incredible dimples his brother and dad have that make my heart just melt.


He was up every 1.5 hours to feed, but it didn't matter, because he didn't cry. I relished each moment of his early days as I really felt like my first attempt at mothering a newborn had been less than successful. He brought much joy to all of us, including Malachi who was desperate to hold him and tell him how much he loved him.


The major difference between the boys is not, unfortunately energy or persistance, but language. Luca is quite content to grunt and point, and now is over 2, with still barely understandble words. No more than 2 in a row either, with a long pause between. This is however, one of the things about him that is most endearing to me. His constant struggle to tell me something, of which he is convinced he's saying something quite obvious.


My other favourite thing about 'Coca' as he calls himself, is that his voice is all raspy and gorgeous. He was a newborn, and his cry was already raspy, and people would always ask me if he was sick. Nope- just a bit of Brian Adams going on there. If he sings, I think he will have the most incredible raspy voice. I want to teach him Brian's most famous lines like "Cuts like a knife" or "Have you ever really loved a woman." So if we're not calling him Coca or singing "Went to the Coca Cabana" to him, or calling him "pack a day" we pull out the "smirks." He is infamous for giving everyone these shy little smirks.


He is now full force into the twos, and I am amazed that he actually is just as stubborn and determined as his big brother. The only real sentences he does say are the insults he hurls at me on a daily basis. "No Mommy" "Bad Mommy" Timeouts are his second home and he looks straight at you doing exactly what he wants, knowing exactly what the consequences are. He hits his brother and throws toys at him on a daily basis. The only problem is, I'm still wrapped around his little finger....