We Call Him the Dough Roller

Not dough like Uncle Scrooge diving into piles of gold coins, but dough in the pat-a-cake sense. 

Luke rolling the dough.



He rolls and rolls and rolls the dough. All the time. He does it so much that I believe it's become a coping mechanism in times that he feels uncomfortable. If he falls on his face? He rolls the dough. If his feelings are hurt? He rolls the dough.

He does it so much that we have been able to modify the "throw it in the pan" part to look like the touchdown signal and teach him to say "Roll Tide!"


Yes, we shamelessy exploit his cuteness.



And rolling the dough.


Also noteworthy in these pictures - his freshly combed hair. It almost never looks like this, but he was straight from the tub after double-fisting chocolate cake. His usual wild hair fits right in line with another name we call him: Wild Man. Because "off the hook" is his general mode of operation. I might be the only person on the continent to lose weigh over my Christmas vacation because this child never stops.




These next two pictures are not related to dough rolling, but I have to share them. I commandeered Grandmother's camera on Christmas night and took this picture of Luke (in the bath mentioned above).


Luke at 16 months.

It reminded me so much of another picture that I need to put them together to compare. 



Ella, around 12 months.

There's really no likeness between them, is there?