Thirteen Months of Living the Dream

Since this blog has been a little light on posts, here are two pictures of Liam.  This first shows him music-making in his favorite shirt.     

The second shows him pooping in his favorite tent.

It is a simple but fulfilling existence.   

Talented For a Child That Still Hasn't Figured Out How to Clap

Here is a twenty-four second assortment of Liam’s party tricks. “Hello” without the L’s. Meowing like a cat. Tongue extensions. Waving goodbye. All firmly established components of his repertoire.

Viewing note: You’ll enjoy the video more if you ignore the awkward pause and keep your expectations to a minimum.  As someone forced to take two days of after school skipping lessons in order to graduate third grade, I certainly do.   

The Art of Baby Wrestling

Since turning one Liam has been diagnosed with an egg allergy and if you try to change his shitty diaper he rolls around like a trapped, thirty-two inch crocodile.

Rule #1: Don't let him escape.

Sometimes I help Rachel powder his butt, other times I just sit in the rocking chair taking pictures.