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Roundup

Okay–there are a lot here, so settle in for a while…

Ready to run:

Hoo-ah!

Toddler Thought Process:

#1: Hmmm…I wonder if I could reach that…

Yes, Yes, I Can!

Aftermath

Visit with Mo and Pok:

Off To Work

Can’t forget my calculator:

Got it!

Commuting is such a drag.Â It’s so nice to finally be in my office and able to close the door.

Seriously, Mom!Â Can’t I just have a minute to settle in?

Aftermath of a day’s worth of food skirmishes (found underneath the tray when it was removed to be cleaned):

SNOW!!!

Look, Ma!

At The Gardens:

Fric and Frac:

Liam: See, you just gotta put the thingamajiggy in the whoziwhatzit

Walker: Umm…I’m not so sure the the whoziwhatzit doesn’t go in the woogle

Emotional Evolution

Playing on the deck:

The 6th Challenge

1. Go to the photo folder in your computer

2. Go to the 6th folder of photos.

3. Go to the sixth picture.

4. Put the picture on your blog along with a description of it.

5. Invite six friends to join the challenge (I am tagging anyone who reads this – leave me a comment if you post one on your blog.)

6. Think about why this challenge only has 5 steps instead of 6

Roundup

Boy in a drawer:

Hear no evil:

What?Â You say all my toys are under the furniture…?

Stuck again…no need to rush things — I’ll just read until I figure out a better plan:

Indoor wind!

Cheese!

Taking Simba for a ride:

Okay, Mom.Â Seriously?

Dad’s hat:

Botanical Gardens:

HI, MOM!!!

Gardens Aftermath:

Bark-ingestion Aftermath:

(Look Ma, I fed myself!)

(Oh, that wasn’t food, you say?)

Roundup – Birthday 2008

Matt’s super-efficient cupcake decorating method:

If at first you don’t succeed:

Third time’s a charm:

Cake!

Roundup – Christmas 2008

Christmas at G&G’s:

Christmas with Gran & Grandaddy:

Christmas morning at home:

Santa came to see Liam (and Matt):

Every musician’s gotta start somewhere:

Every author/illustrator’s gotta start somewhere, too:

Christmas at Mo & Pok’s:

Ah, Snoopy:

Every architect’s gotta start somewhere as well:

First popper:

Classic attempt at a family photo:

Christmas at the Moore’s:

You act like I wasn’t supposed to know that there’s a trick in that can!:

Mary Poppins herself!:

Christmas with the Connollys (you know, the dregs):

Liam’s first sausage rollup (he loved it):

Liam’s first cheese grits (he loved that, too):

If you want to eat all of the peanut butter M&Ms you don’t have to do a spit take on them to make it happen — but apparently that method works rather well:

Birthday cookies all ready for the big day:

I think everyone knows that Cheerios are, in fact, magic. Liam has just discovered their oatey goodness and enjoys them thoroughly, like most kids. Here he his enjoying (or maybe stoically tolerating if his facial expression is any indication) his Os:

So most kids enjoy them (even if stoically)–but do most kids pick them up like this?

Maybe it’s Liam who is magic, and not the Os themselves…just something to ponder.

Dear Matt,

Are you totally convinced that the replacement of the sliding glass doors should move up in the cue? If you’re not, take a look at what I found this morning when I opened the curtains after I noticed a puddle on the hardwood floors:

Yes–you’re seeing that correctly. There is currently a sheet of ice on the inside of our sliding glass doors that reaches all the way into the track and is melting out into our kitchen floor as I type. I just thought you’d like to be kept abreast of the latest happenings on the homefront.

Love,

Shannon

This Stinks!

Quite literally, what I’m about to describe actually stinks. Are you ready?

Once again I made the mistake of using the bathroom and when I came out I heard a familiar clicking sound. Except that this is a clicking sound that I should never hear unless I’m in his room. I walked in his room to find this:

That’s right — Liam has figured out how to open the lid of his diaper pail. And stick his hand inside. With the dirty diapers. That have poop in them. On the first night in a long while that his father isn’t coming home until after he’s gone to bed leaving us only the short period of time in the morning between waking and when Matt goes to work to figure out how to thwart him without shooting ourselves in the foot. The diaper pail is currently in the guest room. What exactly am I supposed to do about this one?