Little Lukie
I know that the mom of the aforementioned grandson is apprehensive lest I somehow give the 5 or 6 readers of this blog the impression that the aforementioned name (Luke) is in fact decided upon. I realize his final name could turn out to be, say, Jeremiah; or my favorite, Epaphroditus. However, now that I know it’s a he, I feel it’s much too impersonal to refer to this grandson of mine as just “him” or “it” or “the fetus.” I guess I could just call him “grandson” and leave it at that. But somehow using the admittedly placeholder name of Luke (he was a famous doctor after all) makes him just a little bit closer to me. So with all apologies to Luke’s mama, I will continue to use that name under the proviso that it will probably turn out to be only a temporary one. But he does get the trainboard after all, so it’s important that this future train driver have a name so we can say, “now Lukie, slow that engine down…”
June 8th, 2004 at 11:15 am
Always the one to be a spoil-sport, I must point out that in this particular picture, what are his little legs doing? Why, it looks like they might be kicking you!
PS-Even though we picked the name BEFORE you did, you were right. Congratulations!
And it was YOUR son who triumphed in the name issue all along. I won “2nd place”! 
June 8th, 2004 at 8:09 pm
Kicking?? No, actually I had just instructed Luke on how I do my abdominal crunches, and he was simply attempting to carry out my teaching as a good grandson should! :>}