Besides the lack of hair, Liam is growing by leaps and bounds. He has developed a sense of humor and seems to purposefully try to make us laugh. In the above picture, he thought it would be funny to put all the puzzle pieces in a big circle. He plays the "Hi" game which goes like this: Liam: "Hi, Mommy" Mommy: "Hi, Liam" Liam: "Hi, Grover" (*Smirk) Mommy: "WHAT? Hi, Elmo" Liam: "Hi, Ernie" Mommy: "Hi, Swing" Liam: "Hi, Slide" ... We took him to the Children's museum in Baltimore the other day. He is still a little young, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
Recently Liam has started saying phrases like: "here ya go Daddy" and "I dunno what it is" which sound extra cute coming very nonchalantly in his little voice.
Liam loves his two Aunts and he gets to see them often since they live so close. But no amount of hugs and attention can compete with "Uncle Muck." Liam only sees his uncle on holidays and other special treats, but he has won Liam over since now Liam thinks that Uncle Muck is on TV singing with Elmo. It is really Jason Mraz, but to Liam if it looks like Uncle Muck and sings like Uncle Muck then it is Uncle Muck. Aunt Me-Shell
Aunt Ri Ri
As of this posting, there are 247,049 views of this clip. I am pretty sure Liam is responsible for at least half that.
Another year! Really! You are 2! People call this the "terrible two's" but I like to think of it as the independent and knowing what you want stage. You love to "help" mommy and daddy. One of your favorite phrases is "Liam do it."
You are growing by leaps and bounds. The doctor puts you in the 90% tile for height, 75% for weight, and your head is in the 95% tile--you've got big brains. Most people who meet you would believe that. You know all your letters, most of your colors and the other day you counted to 20 and I am not even sure who taught you that.
If I had to predict what you are going to be when you grow up, I would say an engineer (because you seem to like to find out how things work and also, let's face it, it is in your DNA) or a housekeeper. You do not like disorder. One way to get you to stop crying is to tell you that you are making a mess.
You really seemed to enjoy your second birthday party. The music teacher that came to the house was a huge hit and you relished the the explosion of sesame street that was represented in everything from the cake to the giant balloons. You are a fun, curious, gentle little boy. It is a treat to be your mother.
This was more of a project than I would have thought. My hands were a red and black mess after this endeavor.