Sunday, May 30, 2010

Singing in bed

Sitting in bed with Liam, watching the original Star Wars movie. Liam is singing: "Star Wars, star star star star wars..."

Go ahead, you know you want to sing along!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

What's it got in its pocketses, precious?

Here's a PSA for you: ALWAYS wash your hands after handling money.

Liam was streaking around the house a couple of weeks ago in a pair of briefs (I believe that I had been trying to get him to take a nap. That's not important, now). I was in the bathroom putting on some makeup, or brushing my hair, or something equally unimportant when he exclaimed in triumph that he'd "found a money!!!" He wanted to know if he could keep the penny he'd found on the floor and I, naturally, said sure, good for you, kid.

Went back to whatever I was doing... Liam went back to not napping.

A few moments later, he toddled into the bathroom, oddly empty-handed (Liam usually holds onto his pennies tighter than Scrooge himself). I asked, with a bit of trepidation, what he'd done with it.

"It's in my pocket, Mama!"

Did I mention earlier that he only had on his underwear? Yup, you got it. He had put it in the pocket in his briefs. And he was just so proud of himself...

So, yeah, you really don't know where that money's been.

Liam the lawyer

Liam has been very argumentative lately, trying out all sorts of "what if" scenarios.

"Time to go to bed, Liam." "What if I don't go to bed?"
"The car can't drive itself, Liam." "What if the car does drive itself?"
"Don't stab me with the [balloon] sword, Liam." "What if I do stab you?" [stabbity stab stab]

This evening we were discussing his repulsive habit of spitting out half-chewed food if he suddenly decides that he doesn't want it anymore.

"If it goes in your mouth, Liam, you chew and swallow it." "What if I spit my gum in the trash can?"

I give up, Liam wins (which itself needs to be another post - the boy is turning into a seriously sore loser!).