Thank Goodness

Daddy showed me how to make cranberries oss. It makes me laugh watching them pop as they boil (see photo). Oddly though, I find myself wondering why we didn't open any cans to make the oss. There also seems to be a shocking lack of jelly-like ridges in the oss we made, but it will work for Thanksgiving.

Quack, Quack!

Debating which costume to wear between a basketball player and ducky, I chose to wear both simultaneously. At least that was the plan the week before Halloween. Then tonight, I reminded Mama and Daddy that I always reserve the right to change my mind last minute, which I did, deciding to simply go ducky. As you can see the choice was adorable.

All for the price of an M&M

So now that I am such a big boy and becoming more and more developmentally advanced, I see no need for diapers. Daddy helped wean my off of them this summer, and now I think I have this bathroom thing down pat. All I have to do go potty on the big toilet and I get to put a sticker on my potty chart. Obviously I'm fairly good at this now. Oh, and did I mention that I also get two M&Ms trip? That helps as well naturally.

Welcome to the NFL Rookie

I finally got to go to my first Seahawks game today. Mama and Daddy have been to a ton of these and they talk a great game (pun intended), but I'm not sure they truly understand the game. Here I am explaining the zone blocking scheme to Daddy (hopefully for the last time).


It's a two-way street though, because I'm still working on finding the appropriate times to cheer.

I make Seattle look good.

...not vice versa.

I can make myself laugh.

It's not that hard once I get started...

Strawberry Face Forever

Both Mama and Dada have been complaining about this year's berry crop. While it is true that we have gone picking way less often this summer, I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Sure, when we went to pick last week all that was available was a bunch of small strawberries that Dada said "weren't even worth the trouble." I didn't mind. After all, small or not, I got to eat strawberries the entire time.

Since we only came home with four pounds of berries, Dada was being overprotective of our bounty, so here's how I manage to sneak all the berries I desire:

First, I slyly sneak up with my coy face and try and go unnoticed.

Then, I use my lightning-fast hands to snatch a strawberry while no one is looking.

The trick is to look like you are busy doing something else while you eat the berries...

...one...

...by one...

...by one!

Make sure to spit out the green tops...

Finally, after you eat the last strawberry, clean off the table to make sure that you leave behind no evidence. So far this plan has been foolproof for me.

Big Boy Bed!

Well I am no longer a baby and can officially move up to the ranks of big boy because today Mama and Dada broke down my crib and replaced it with a big boy bed (Well actually, as always, I did most of the work, but let them go on thinking that they had done everything for me).

It started last night when Mama and Dada brought home a bed frame for me (I'm pretty sure that even though Mama found it on Craigslist, that it was my influence that truly picked it out). I danced around, jumped in between the fame slats and kept shouting, "Big Boy Bed! Big Boy Bed!" (I have a hard time restaining myself when I get excited, but you have to realize this is a pretty big step for me).

So this morning, we went to Ikea (a word that I'm pretty good at saying) in search of a mattress for my new bed. I successfully managed to not only convince Mama and Dada that I needed to stop at the Ikea cafe for brunch (my bowl of cereal this morning was pretty small after all), and then pulled off a minor coup by threatening a tantrum in order to get a stuffed soccer ball added to our shopping cart (I do have World Cup Fever you know). After the nice meal and a bunch of stops to "wash" my hands at EVERY demo sink in Ikea (I like to test my parents' patience a bit), we left with this:



It's a twin mattress with a new animal bedspread, pillow, and fitted sheet (not to mention a bonus stuffed soccer ball).
I had my two Hop on Pops test the bed out, and they fit it perfectly...



So then I snuck under the covers to test it out myself...



After Dada tucked me in, and I broke it in with this afternoon's nap... and I have to say I'm pretty proud of the work I've done!

Even a professional drummer like myself can sometimes run into a snafu or two.



While I work hard on my craft, making sure that my sticks are straight...



...and that my toms are balanced...



...that the kick pedal is working properly...



...even a pro like me has a hard time when I hit my finger with my sticks...



...and sometimes only Mama can make things better!

The letter L stands for...

Liam,

Lollipop,

Lion &

Lumberjack

another in the photography series...

I call this one "Mama's Face."

how I see my mother...

I have taken to grabbing Moma's iPhone and using the camera to snap
pictures of her. In all actuality, I've been grabbing her iPhone from
her since birth, but I like to think of myself as a budding
photographer.

here's the latest in a new series of pictures of Mama's body parts.
it's a piece I've dubbed "Right Elbow."

iPod Mastery

I'm not sure if it's my general mastery of all music-related objects, or their new marketing campaign for toddlers, but I think I've got these iPods down. I can show how in a few easy steps:

First, choose the right iPod. In this case, I'm unplugging Dada's iPod Touch in favor of the little red Nano. You are probably as equally impressed by the Touch's features and touch screen as my Dada, but to a 23-month-old (as of today if you want to send presents), the color and shape of the iPod is of utmost importance. Image is everything.



Next, I plug in the headphones to the red Nano.



The last step is to carefully place the earbuds in my ears (they don't really fit, but I'm okay with that).



With that, I'm ready to pump up the jams.

Someday...

I must deeply want to follow in my Dada's footsteps because here I am
sitting in his chair at work. As you can tell, I have been practicing
my "teacher look." After all, discipline is all about attitude.

the sad thing is...

moments later, I threw a mild tantrum when I realized that this
wasn't cocoa I was mixing. I really think that EVERY drink I mix
should include some cocoa.

I just realized...

most of my blog posts are of me playing drums. I must be obsessed or something.