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Liam loves the new floor register in the kitchen.  He shows this love by removing said floor register from its spot and throwing his bristle blocks down the hole.  Oy vey.

We have magnetic letters on our refrigerator that when put inside their base will say the letter and its pronunciation out loud.  Liam’s been playing with them for months, but until today it was the puzzle aspect of the game that interested him (get the letter into the base and make sounds, push the right button and it will sing the alphabet song).  A few minutes ago while I was making coffee he ran over to the refrigerator, pointing at something and screaming “G!” at the top of his lungs.  I should mention here that this is not a new occurrence since he learned that Gillian is his “G” and every time he sees her picture these days he yells “G!” emphatically, so I didn’t really spring to action until I realized that a) we don’t have a picture of Gillian in the kitchen (sorry, G) and b) he was pointing at the refrigerator.  I glanced over and realized that he was, in fact, pointing to the letter G.  Now, I try not to be one of those parents who decides, with absolute certainty, that everything my child does means that he’s a genius (which is actually much harder than you’d think) and my initial reaction was ‘what a funny coincidence.’  Just in case, I knelt down and asked him where the letter “O” was and he pointed to the O.  Then I asked him where the “L” was and after searching for a few seconds, he pointed to the L.  He wasn’t as certain with a few of the other letters (and it doesn’t help that many of them live in a semi-permanent upside-down state), but still.  Wow.  Now this has to be a fluke, right — I mean, an incredible fluke, but a fluke all the same…?

The seemingly unending rain is bad enough by itself but the sun taunts are beginning to get to me.  Add that to the fact that I can’t guarantee that I can get to the bottom floor of my house without getting wet and you get a thoroughly annoyed Shannon.  Throw in a kid who has gone (in a span of 2 weeks) from sleeping 12 hours per night and taking 3.5 hour naps to sleeping around 11.5 hours nightly and napping for no more than 45 minutes at a stretch and I’m basically beside myself.

Fairly recently we started using the time-out method for Liam when he’s refusing to follow directions.  Usually this occurs after we ask him to do something that he’s done a thousand times before and he completely refuses to comply after being asked multiple times.  It consists of putting him on the floor in his room and closing the door for around 60 seconds, during which time he sobs and screams, followed by a hug and very simply telling him why he was there.  Lately, just the threat of a time out is enough to help him along in the following-directions arena.  This has coincided with his ability to reach and turn doorknobs (which seems unrelated, but bear with me).  He can close them nicely, but still has trouble with the opening (which is exacerbated by the child-safety doorknob covers I have on certain doors that I’d rather he not be able to open at all right now, including the inside of his bedroom door).  Last night while Matt was on the phone, Liam was playing a game of hide-and-seek with Matt from behind his bedroom door.  The difference in this game from all the other times was that Liam (laughing heartily) would pull his door closed — but the second that it shut he began sobbing.  The first time Matt opened the door really quickly, thinking that he might have hurt himself in some way.  But as soon as Liam realized that the door was open he stopped crying and began laughing.  The problem was that he then repeatedly shut the door (while laughing) and promptly began sobbing as soon as it was shut.  Matt opened the door for him at least five times before he finally removed the kid from his room beacause the bawling was such that he wasn’t easily calmed.  My theory is that in his mind he was putting himself in time-out.  Being a toddler can be so confusing!

Liam is fascinated with potty time.  Unfortunately he’s not at all fascinated with his own (at this point purely imaginary) potty time.  If you tell him that you need to go to the potty he’s either very upset that you’re making the extraordinarily selfish decision to do this by yourself or he’s absolutely elated that you allow him to go into the bathroom with you.  Last night he was in the bathroom with Matt when I heard shrieking (Liam) followed by screaming (Matt).  A few minutes later I heard Matt frantically yelling at Liam not to touch anything.  I ran in there after the second set of yells because I knew Liam must have pee somewhere on his body.  Unfortunately I was right and it took two of us to scrub him with soap (I did the scrubbing while Matt held a thrashing Liam as he soaked as many body parts and as much clothing in the sink as was possible).  Apparently Liam stuck his hand into the toilet after Matt finished his business but before he could get the lid down.  As if that wasn’t disgusting enough — later on in the evening Matt explained the first set of screams.  Apparently Liam ran in there (excited because he was allowed in the bathroom) while Matt was doing his business and before Matt could do anything to stop it he realized that Liam’s head was going for spray through the uprights, so to speak.  Somehow I’m getting the impression that potty training this particular little boy isn’t going to be the most sanitary thing I’ve ever done…

I love having my back scratched.  I think it’s hereditary because I know of several members of my family who also love to have their backs scratched.  I don’t think that this is an uncommon trait out there in the world, but I love it to the point that it’s noted and recognized in our house.  Last night I asked Matt to scratch my back (which is particularly nice lately because he’s apparently been chewing his nails and ragged nails make for a great back scratch) and he told me the following story:

Yesterday morning Matt was changing Liam’s diaper.  Liam appeared to be fiddling with his hip/haunch area and it looked to Matt like it might itch.  Matt scratched it for him.  Apparently Liam’s reaction was to stop everything and lie there in what looked like a trance.  Matt said it was clear by the look on Liam’s face that this might have been the first time Liam had enjoyed a good itch scratching.  He also said that it was clear that Liam is my son.