Today was our final installment of Christmas 2009.Â We spent the day with the Williams Clan at Grammie and Pop’s house.Â Here are some pictures from the day.
Sometimes there just isn’t enough room in the kitchen, no matter how nice it is…
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…
Beware of the man with the axe:
I’ll get you my pretty…
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Next up on the Christmas train (judging by the toys Liam got, this is an apt choice of words) was a gathering at our house with Grammie, Pop, Aunt G., and Ean.Â Here are some pictures from that part of the Christmas celebration.
Closing our eyes, waiting for the surprise:
The big reveal:
King and Queen Connolly:
It’s YOUR Dekalb Farmer’s Market:
Boys and their toys:
Opening his new fire truck (with a special guest appearance by Alfred Hitchcock):
Liam “helps” Grammie and Pop with the packaging:
It’s finally free!
She with her scissors and he with his axe:
Every chef needs the proper instruments:
Happy Birthday Baby Jesus (errr…Pop)!
Next, we were off to Gran and Granddaddy’s house to celebrate with them, Mo and Pok, and Katie and David.Â Here are a few pictures from that portion of Christmas Caravan 2009.
Liam started the morning by putting Courderoy down for a nap in his cradle:
Poppers and planes:
This might be the picture of the day:
Taking a break for a Liam Classic: the silent fit:
Bring on the Fire Truck!!!
There’s a bell!
Two boys and a fire truck:
Tomorrow (hopefully) I’ll move on to installments four and five.Â Then it’s on to celebrate the big 0-2!
Here are a few pictures from our immediate family celebration (which was decidedly more low-key).
It turns out Liam was a good boy this year.Â Here he is checking out his stocking:
Trying to see how far his arm will reach…
Our first Christmas celebration (of five) was last night, Christmas Eve with Gran, Granddaddy, Greatmama, and Greatdaddy.Â Here are a few pictures from the evening:
Greatmama schools Liam on Lollipop Drum form:
Mama tries to roll out her back on the foam roller.Â Liam decides to help:
Liam checks out the roller for himself and ends up in a toddler breakdance:
Opening the train:
Realizing that it’s a train:
Pulling out every piece before anyone has a chance to put it together:
It’s a start:
[Scene:Â Baking Christmas cookies in our kitchen]
Shannon:Â It’s going to be Christmas soon, do you know what that means?
Liam:Â I DO know what that means.
Shannon:Â What does it mean?
Liam:Â Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus!
Shannon:Â [shocked and impressed] That’s right.Â Do you know who else has a birthday on Christmas?
Shannon:Â Your Pop’s birthday is on Christmas, too.
Liam:Â Merry Christmas is Pop’s birthday?Â Happy Birthday Baby Jesus?Â Pop is Baby Jesus?
Pictures (and blogging) have definitely taken a backseat to Christmas and Birthday preparations, but here are a few pictures we have taken over the last few weeks:
Setting up the tree:
Matt and Liam taking the Christmas Train out for its first spin of the season:
Anxiously awaiting his release from the bottom step (his hands were far to busy to be helpful):
After getting new batteries, we were finally a go!
Shannon: “Look, Liam!Â A quilt for your big boy bed!”
Liam:Â “Ooooh, Stars!”
Liam:Â “Ooooh, scissors!”
Liam and Elmo (notice his finger on the button–it stayed there for our continuous Country Elmo enjoyment):
I thought this was a Matt face, but…
“It’s for me!Â Hello?”
The ever-popular race car:
Shannon:Â Liam, do you remember what Dad’s doing today?
Liam: [blank stare]
Shannon:Â Dad’s flying on an airplane.Â He’s going to Washington, DC.
Liam:Â Dad go on plane?Â Dad go Washton, ABC?
Shannon:Â That’s right.
Liam:Â That’s so crazy.
[During a diaper change.]
Liam: [Crosses legs.] Oh No!Â Bye bye penis.Â Penis all gone?
Shannon:Â It’s not gone for good, you just can’t see it right now.
Liam:Â Night, night penis.Â Love you so much.Â See you in the morning light.
Liam:Â [Uncrosses legs.] Oh!Â Hello penis.Â I missed you.Â Sleep well?
Liam:Â Oh, Mama.Â I so sleepy.Â Needa go night night.Â Big yawn.
Shannon: [Yawns at the mere mention of the word.]
Liam:Â Oh Mama!Â Big Big Yawn!Â Mama so sleepy!
Shannon:Â [Yawns again, again at the mere mention]
Liam:Â Oh Mama, you need-a take-a nap.Â Mama go night night?
Shannon:Â [Yawns again, this time at the mention of the idea of actually getting to go to sleep] Mama’s a mess, Liam.
Liam:Â Mama Big Big Mess!Â Like Granddaddy?
We had two weeping incidents today.
The first happened this morning while we were getting Liam dressed.Â I left the room for a second and then heard screams.Â When I ran back in I saw Liam crying on the floor and the open dresser drawer (complete with sharp corners) above where he was lying.Â He really tucked into both of us and took a while to calm.Â We gave him a cursory look and didn’t find any marks, so we went on about our business.
The second happened at the Gardens.Â There were several occasions where Liam was running and went face first, prostrate onto the pavers.Â He cried each time, but each time he appeared fine and we just assumed he was scared by the incidents themselves instead of the aftermath and encouraged him to dust himself off and keep going.Â On his final sidewalk dive he protested a bit more than the previous occasions but again, we checked him afterward and encouraged him to get up and get on with things.
Immediately after the last pavement incident he appeared fine, but a couple of minutes later I looked down and realized that he was bleeding from his lip.Â It wasn’t too bad (and I guess it was probably a road rash type of bleeding, so it took a while to come to the surface), but I felt awful that my son was bleeding and I hadn’t noticed on the first pass.
Cut to tonight in the bathtub while Matt was washing Liam’s hair and he discovered a scab and small knot (presumably from the drawer incident) on his scalp.Â Again, with the not noticing of the bleeding child.
Between the rash on his cheek that won’t go away, no matter what we put on it, the scratches by his nose from when I let his fingernails get to long and he scratched himself up while napping (he holds his woobie up by his face), the burn/scab on his upper lip and the knot/scab on his scalp he looks like he’s been in a losing battle of some sort.
Here’s hoping that tomorrow doesn’t bring anymore blood (or that I actually catch it when it happens if it does)!
Liam got his groove on with the trolley: