boy plays drum machine

So, as most of you know, I'm a child prodigy. The latest area of early mastery for me is combined DJ-ing and dancing. I'm basically an all-in-one dance party, able to lay down my own beats and jam to them. Before you get skeptical, check this out.

The Little Drummer Boy!

Well after all of those years that my Daddy had to sing "Pa-rum-pa-pa-pum," he has finally found a reason to like the song. It seems that this whole time the little drummer boy was in fact, me, his little boy. I may not have the widest range of beats, or the best rhythm developed yet, but I do know all that it takes to be a pretty cool drummer. Check it out:

So first, all great drummers make sure that they use both hands and both feet and hit everything in sight. So as you can see, I have the both hands thing going, but sadly, my feet don't quite reach the pedals yet. When they do though, watch out because as you can see, the purple puppy shoes are clearly going to be the next great trend in footwear.


The next thing that all great drummers do is look cool. You can't make it look like you're working really hard, or you end up looking constipated. Or worse yet, you end up looking all cramped up and seizure prone like that guy from the Romantics. So the key is to look like drumming comes so naturally to you that you could be looking over your shoulder, ordering a pizza, or reading a book while playing. It should like something like this:


Finally, you should look like you are having fun when playing drums. You definitely want to hit them hard and look like a bad animal, but you certainly don't want to look like you are in pain. You want to look like it's the best thing you could be doing with your time. Even better than writing your blog. So that would look something like this:

when Mama asks me to smile...

...this is the face that I make.

just like Daddy

I like burritos a lot. some might say too much, but I could probably
eat one every day... just don't let Mama hold it for me because I
clearly have this thing under control.

Beach Trip

There's really not much to say about this other than that I deeply love my Mama.

...well, I guess I could add that Mama took me to the beach and let me check out the tidepools at low tide. It's pretty crazy to try and manage a one-and-a-half-year-old while navigating slime-covered rocks while he tries to poke his fingers into every urchin, sea anemone, starfish, and crab in sight, but she did it and I made it out without injury. I guess you could say I have a Super Mama.

wait a minute!

my Daddy was supposed to take me to my first Seahawks game today, but
instead he decided to take Uncle Ben. that's okay with me I guess,
I'll just hope it's my turn next year.

ready to ride

sure my feet may not reach the pedals yet, but those minor details
aren't worrisome enough to keep me from riding.

all I need to do is secure the keys from Daddy when he's not looking,
and I'll be set. well that and getting him to stop following a foot
behind me with his "just-in-case-you-fall" arm of protection.

I think I'm ready.

my Daddy has a thing against babies trick or treating with their parents knowing that the baby's not likely to be the one eating the candy.

so needless to say, I'm not going trick or treating tonight, but as you can see, I'm not content to just hand out candy. I think I'm ready to at least give it a try on my own.

I don't quite get what all the fuss is about

so I know that today is Halloween and that everyone out there is all
geeked up to get free candy. that said, as I'm sucking on this sucker
I can't see why you'd pass up on a great night of college football for
a bag of this stuff. mine just tastes like plastic.

my companion

This double stroller is really nice. I can finally ride in comfort alongside a close friend. It's nice having someone you can depend on along for the ride who's there for you. It's neat to look over and know that you have someone to laugh with, share snacks with, and with whom to just kick it to use the kids' lingo. It made for a nice day with my cousin.

Oh yeah, and there's room for my buddy Hop on Pop too. He's the one in the middle.

Fox in Socks in stereo

When you want a really good sleep, sometimes one stuffed Dr. Seuss
character isn't enough...

a new kind of superhero

I've been working on a new identity as a superhero. i found these
sweet black and yellow tights (they must have cone from dad's days as
a Stryper fan) and figure I'm pretty much there.

the only thing I need to work on is my superpower. I've tried staring
at walls and my eyes fail to either see through them or shoot lasers,
so I'm still sussing it out.

the one thing that seems to truly hold up as extra special and super
powerful is my elastic belly. I can shoot it out a good three or
fifteen feet in front of my body. I haven't seen much use for this
yet, other than making Mama and Daddy laugh, but I'm sure I could
knock over an evildoer, or at the very least break through the walls that my
eyes have been so ineffective against.

seriously though, my dad rinsed the bottle out first...

I know nothing is quite as funny as some (seriously) underage
drinking, but when you add a bumblebee costume to the mix, the result
is absolute hilarity! let's just say when I see Mama or Daddy drinking
something that looks way more grownup than my sippy cup, I start
melting down until they cave in. so once again, Liam wins!

By the way, I'd try and explain why I'm wearing a bumblebee outfit
about a week before Halloween, but I'd rather you not ask.

this one will probably get picked on...

I don't know if they're enrolling kids at a younger age, but this kid
is definitely too short for his locker.

pretty kewl dood

one of the nice things about the summer is the hip accessories. never before have I been able to look so good in my sunglasses. I think that they make me so cool that I wear them inside. pretty much at all times. now, while my Daddy says that wearing sunglasses inside is something "reserved for knuckleheads," he's allowing me to be the exception to the rule.

I've been practicing the dramatic reveal of my eyes, which is one of the coolest things that you can do while wearing sunglasses. It looks like this to start out:


Pretty cool huh? Sadly though, my little fingers are somewhat less than dexterous, so most of the times, the dramatic reveal ends up looking like this:

I guess it takes a little work to pull off looking this cool. That said, I'm committed to the cause and believe that I can accomplish my goal to be the cutest toddler in the western hemisphere (I mean honestly, who can keep up with some of those Japanese toddlers that begin training in the womb?).

My current training regimen includes a lot of looking at myself in the mirror, so if I don't answer my mobile, that's most likely what I am doing.

show me the evidence

So my parents have been laughing when talking about our trips berry picking this summer. they usually laugh about how I love berries so much that when we got to the berry farm I thought I had somehow found a magical berry heaven. 

As they tell the story, once I saw the strawberries in the ground, I lost all control and stuffed my face with them nonstop. A berry would go into the bucket, and then I'd pop it in my mouth. Berry in bucket, berry in mouth, berry in bucket, berry in mouth, and so on. Needless to say, Momma's bucket didn't fill up very quickly.

I don't exactly remember things that way. Yes, I do love strawberries, but it's not like I go crazy. I'm not even sure I ate any berries come to think of it. I'd sure love to see some sort of definitive proof...

big shoes

I'm sure there's a "those are pretty big shoes to fill" joke in here somewhere. The truth is, I just like to demonstrate my superior foot-eye coordination by stepping into Daddy's shoes. I think they match my Fox in Sox nicely.

Whatever!

So when it comes to summer, I find I'm having way more fun this year than I did last year. Somehow neither one of my parents understood a single of my important thoughts and reflections last year...and I had some important things to say! I guess that finally submitting and using some sign language has helped. For example, when Momma pulls me away from the fan and tells me "We don't touch the fan Liam," I can look into her eyes with my sweet doe-like expression and sign "more, please." Come to think of it though, she never lets me have more fan. Oh well.

In any case, here's a good example of my attitude this summer. When Daddy and I fall over in my backyard pool and Momma asks what we want to do next, we can both just laugh and say, "whatever" (although technically, I think we're both signing "all done" in this picture).

Happy 50th Birthday Morrissey!

Happy 50th Birthday Morrissey! I want to thank you for all that you have given me. Like... my middle name... the music I listened to in Momma's belly... and the coolest onesie ever!

Linguistic mastery.

So I have heard that language acquisition is one of the key developments that I am to master over the next few months. I've been comfortable taking my time in spite of my parents' desire to catalog and transition me from one stage to the next. Since my discovery at Easter that my cousin Payton, that she can walk and I can't, I've felt some pressure.

I think my dad may be a tad too competitive because he keeps letting my hand go at random times and saying things like, "Your cousin can do this," and "C'mon she's a month-and-a-half younger than you!" I really don't mind and will take my precious time. Besides, if the other two hairy siblings in my house can get away with crawling, why can't I? They have had close to nine years to figure things out.

In any case, one area in which I excel is speaking. I have been working on all of my consonant and vowel sounds. Here's what I've been working on lately:

1) Ba! *pictured above (this sound has been my fave since birth and can be applied to Kazu's balls (grow up people), my Daddy's head, and even as I pound my highchair)

2) Ddddddzzzzshhhh! (I have no idea if this is an English phenome, but I say it constantly)

3) Ahn (I think that someday this will be the beginning of ANother, ANatomy, and ANti-fungal, but for now, it's what I like to grunt in between bites of dinner in my highchair)

4) Nah (the inverse of the above, the two of which are often paired, or even added to number 1)

5) EEEEEEEE! (This varies from under the breath whisper to banshee wail and could quickly become my favorite)

6) HeHeHeHe *pictured below. (this is really just my laugh or giggle, but I anticipate using it the rest of my life)

7) Dah-Dun (I have yet to decide whether-or-not this is my way of saying doggie or daddy, but I apply it to both equally)

Remember us?

Okay, so about the time that Christmas happened, my Daddy got the wild hair that the house needed to be child proofed. So he put on his tool belt, got out his drill and starting making it impossible for me to open all of my favorite doors. Dad also realized that the childproofing doodads didn't require much drilling, but he still left the belt on and starting making jokes about plumbers, which neither Mommy or I thought were funny, and the childproofing pretty much ended.

In any case, one of his childproofing successes is that he is always locking up the laptops. This makes it impossible for me to blog. So I have been unable to do so since Christmas. I feel so bad for you my readers and am back to apologize.

Now what Dad doesn't know is that now I can scoot around on the floor faster than he can complain about NBA officiating. So my mobility mixed with my speed has finally paid off in the form of me getting to one of the laptops.

Since it has been so long, let me re-introduce myself to you all. I'm Liam. I'm the really cute one on the right. Haven't I grown a lot? Unfortunately, so have my ears. I'm really trying to catch up with those puppies to no avail. In any case, I'll be posting regularly here on my blog again.