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.

Helping DaDa feel better so he can sleep

We're both pretty sick. So are we co-dependent or symbiotic? I'm really not sure.

In love (lust) with food

These are real tears. Real tears that I shed because for easily a second or two, I was without my favorite food, pears. Pears are truly wonderful, yet they are covered in a skin that Mommy thinks will be a choking hazard, so I get to eat pears in what I call pear-sicle form. I'm not sure how to explain it other than little pieces get cut up and shoved into what appears to be the end of a sock attached to a plastic handle. So away I suck on the sock producing a fountain of delicious pear juice, some of which makes it into my mouth. Just describing it should be enough to explain why I'd be prone to shedding tears over the absence of my pearsicle.

Fishy Lips

I Heart Pear-sicles

Vote with Your Mouth!

I'm not sure I understand why there's such a debate between Macs and PCs. Sure, it's obvious that I'm a Mac, but it's not simply because I'm being raised in a Mac home. To me, the way to end the debate is simple. I just use my taste buds. I spend a little time tasting each computer and like everything at my developmental stage, I trust my mouth (which as you can see in this picture, is the same way I queue my Netflix movies).



So by using your mouth, the argument is pretty easy to settle, because after all, an apple tastes way better than a window.

Old Ironsides

When I have a secret that I need to keep, or a deep inner longing that I must confess, I turn to my favorite bear Mr. Old Ironsides. I can tell him just about anything and he'll protect it just like the crew of his namesake.

My New Favorite Person

So I have discovered this beautiful creature. He hangs around inside of all of these flat shiny surfaces, so I've decided to name him Flat Baby. Whenever I see him, I smile, giggle, and will simply not look away. Mommy and Daddy have caught on, so when I start to cry or get fussy, they let me visit Flat Baby. He is so handsome that I don't imagine I'll ever grow tired of gazing at him.

Snow Day!

When I woke up on Monday, the ground was covered in this strange white substance. Based on the movies that my Daddy watches (at which I like to sneak peeks), it appears that the sky has poured out several million kilos of cocaine. After a long sigh and a brief side conversation with Daddy about his entertainment choices, my Mommy explained that it was snow, a frozen form of precipitation that falls in the winter months.

I like this stuff a lot! It even appears to be more fun than the white stuff in Daddy's movies, because I played in it all morning and no police agents came in to shoot up the front lawn. So far, my favorite thing to do is to pound it down and pack it up nice and tight. Then I like to pull my snow-covered mittens up to my face and react to the cold. It's a lot of fun. You should try it yourself.

The only thing left for me to learn is how to dress properly for playing in the snow. When Mommy asked me to get dressed for the cold, this is what I came up with at first:

Little Elf/Big Elf

This year (which is a funny thing for me to say considering the fact that I have had no other years to compare to this one), I think instead of sitting on Santa's lap (which begs another interesting question: Does this guy still not have email? Why do I have to write a letter or sit on his lap to let him know what I want? Is there some kind of terrible electromagnetic field in the North Pole that blocks the Internet? Is there something preventing the information age from penetrating the Arctic North? Now that I think about it, that would explain some of the things that Sarah Palin said in the election, but I digress...), I'm going to give him a break. Santa can come sit on my lap. As you can see, I've been practicing sitting up nice and straight, and I think I could support the weight of an elf like Santa. ...what do you mean bowl full of jelly?

"We checked every bulb didn't we?"

My Dad has recruited me to help him check all of the Christmas lights. I think I have a pretty good system down to make sure each bulb is twinkling.

First, I select a bulb that appears to be suspect.




Secondly, I put the bulb in my mouth to see if it's really glowing.





Once it's in my mouth, I make sure that the glow is really solid. I can tell if it shines through my cheeks and lights up my face.





It's usually around this time when Mommy interrupts and pulls the lights away from me.






She then reminds Daddy that I'm too young to help, but somehow I end up with the lights again.