Stool

For Christmas, Liam got a new two-step step stool.  He can now reach the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth, which is very helpful.  What’s not very helpful is that he can apparently also reach the medicine cabinet on the wall.

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[Scene: Matt and Shannon are both in their bedroom.  Liam is wandering around the house.  Shannon hears an unfamiliar noise coming from the next room, a bit of a crinkling sound, but unlike any crinkling sound she’s ever heard from Liam.  Matt goes to investigate.]

Matt:  LIAM!

Matt:  Liam.  NO TOUCH!  We don’t play in the medicine cabinet.  Ever.  No touch!

[Door to bathroom closes solidly.]

Shannon:  What happened?  (Granted, I know that this is a stupid, stupid question.)

Matt:  In case you were wondering, Liam can open the medicine cabinet and everything inside.

Shannon:  Awesome.

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My question now is what should I do with all of the potentially harmful things that are in the medicine cabinet?

Matt has this dream of building a shelf around the entire periphery of the office for holding CDs.  I’m thinking that a similar shelf for medicine may be necessary in the bathroom.  I guess this is an upside to having ridiculously short ceilings–I won’t need a ladder to reach everything…

The Power Of Suggestion

On Monday at Liam’s 2-year well-check the nurse asked me about his eating habits.  I ratted him out on not eating enough fruits and veggies (you can lead a boy to a bowl of strawberries, but you cannot make him eat).  Since we returned home from the doctor’s office he has eaten the following (in addition to his new found love of peanut butter): apples, bananas, cranberries, raisins, blueberries (literally by the pound), applesauce, grape tomatoes, broccoli, and peas.  In massive, mind-blowing (as well as colon-blowing, unfortunately) quantities.  I wish I’d ratted him out on potty training.  And maybe international peace brokering.

Snow Sandwich (On Train Bread)

There may have been snow awaiting him when he woke up this morning, but let’s not pretend that the highlight of Liam’s day (so far) wasn’t the trains in the living room.

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Sheer concentration (Alfalfa style)

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Getting it just right…

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Down the hill!

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Snow gaze:

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Preparations (two pairs of socks underneath sandwich bags underneath crocs):

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Exploring:

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Watching cars skid on the icy street:

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One croc down:

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Taunting Maggie (the chihuahua who lives next door):

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Liam prints:

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Maggie prints:

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Partially stripped down and back to more important things:

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Goobers, Precious Goobers

Liam has now eaten peanut butter (with no adverse reactions).  We gave him peanut butter crackers in the car before his doctor’s appointment (major stats: weight=27lbs., 7 oz. (50th percentile), height=34.5″ (50-75th percentile), head=around 19.5 inches (75th percentile)).  His only reaction was a positive one: “Mmmm, MMMM, peanut buhwah, MMMM!”  He’s now had three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (thanks again, Greatmama for the homemade peach preserves, he loves them!).

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Long live the peanut!

One for the Little Boy

Liam’s rendition of “Bah, Bah Black Sheep””:

Lyrics:

Bah, bah, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
3 bags full.

One for my master,
One for my dame,
One for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Bah, bah, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
3 bags full.

Pee!

Liam just told us he needed to pee and proceeded to do so in the toilet.  I guess he heard me telling people that we were going to start back up with potty training after the New Year.  Yay!

The Big 0-2

This year we had a small(er) family celebration on Liam’s birthday and a big gathering for Liam and Walker yesterday at The Moore’s.  Here are some pictures from both celebrations.

Liam spent his birthday in his pajamas.  It’s just another case of a child living out the dreams of his parents.

Gran and Granddaddy brought out his fire truck (the bell still works, in case you were worried):

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Monkey cake (banana, of course)!

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He’s got this whole present-opening thing down!

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Toddler’s first bike!

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Safety first:

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Time for monkey cake!

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Birthday Crown:

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Pop shows us how it’s done:

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“The train table’s still here!”

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Birthday celebrations, take 2:
Maracas!

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Liam does his impression of a limp noodle as Pop brings him back to open more presents:

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Fire truck, and school bus, and stop sign, Oh My!

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Monkey + Maraca = KaBoom!

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The only picture of Liam and Walker in the same frame:

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Cupcakes!

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Who knew that all Liam needed for his birthday was a purple princess ball?

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Cowboy Walker:

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Visit With Pitts

Last week we went to visit Pitts at Sunrise.  Liam wasn’t interested in standing still unless he was being read to, but we had a very nice visit.  Here are a few pictures from the day.

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Pitts tells Liam about life:

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Wheelchair tag!

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Liam helps push:

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Back from recess:

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Pitts: “Liam, how old are you now?”

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Me and Pitts:

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Pitts after getting an answer to her question “What is the most embarrassing thing I ever did to you?”:

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Book as pacifier:

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Tickle as pacifier:

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Dear Cyclists,

You know those bumper stickers that are out there?  The ones that say: “Same Road, Same Rights, Same Rules?”  Maybe you should start abiding by those bumper stickers.  At least it would be a start.

Here are some helpful hints from your Aunt Shannon to help keep you alive:

1) If I see that you are stopping at red lights and stop signs, signaling, not taking advantage of the thin margin of road to the right of parked vehicles (i.e. you are following the same laws by which I’m bound as a motorist), I’m about 1,000 times more likely to calmly pass you when there’s an opening (as opposed to making rude hand gestures and screaming at you out my sunroof while gunning it to get around you).

2) Passing in my lane on the right while traffic is moving (at speeds that are usually faster than those you could reach) is extremely dangerous.  When your handlebar is mere centimeters from my sideview mirror, you’re too close.  When, as you’re passing, you can read my lips as I call you naughty names, you’re too close.  When I am able to shift the gears for you, you’re too close.  This type of behavior puts you in danger, but it also puts me in danger as I try my best not to hit you or the car to my left.  When my child is in the car with me, you’re putting him in danger too (helpful note: nothing has the potential to make me angrier than someone putting my child in danger).

3) Traveling in a pack doesn’t justify mob rule.  Unless I have somehow inadvertently crossed over into your bike race (and if so, I apologize profusely), the fact that there are 10 of you does not give you license to swerve in front of me, ignore all other vehicles on the road (sometimes including those in your pack), break 18 laws at one time, and then get upset with me for not “sharing the road.”  If this is what you think sharing means, you can come hang out with Liam for an afternoon because he clearly knows more about this subject than you do (and that’s not saying much at all).

Let’s think of it this way: If you were driving a car, would you expect for another driver to hop the curb, drive an inch away from your mirror, then proceed to run a stoplight, followed by a stop sign, and then take a lefthand turn with no signal and no warning?  No.  No, you wouldn’t.  In fact, if someone were to do this, it would probably completely stop traffic and leave everyone wondering if the person driving was drunk, high, or simply nuts.  We shouldn’t expect this type of behavior from you, either.

If you respect my right to keep me and my passengers safe I will respect the right for you to do the same.  It is possible for us all to coexist peacefully, I promise.

Love,

Shannon