tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51334113271542051192024-03-13T08:41:17.054-07:00Life with LiamHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-13791890404485213092013-03-25T16:17:00.001-07:002013-03-25T18:16:10.907-07:00Note to MommyLiam had some extra time in class the other day and wrote this somewhat puzzling note to Mommy.<br />
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Liam has four classmates from preschool last year in his kindergarten class (and one teammate from T-Ball) so he'll have some familiar faces, as well as many new ones. There are 28 kids total in his class and there are four kindergarten classes total. Lots of kids but he's the only Liam in the list. According to Baby Center, it's the <a href="http://www.parade.com/news/2012/08/03-top-popular-baby-names-2012-so-far.html?fullsite=true">most popular name among parents for boys in 2012 so far</a>.<br />
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I hope he has a fun year. Damn, our little kid is growing up.<br />
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<br />Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-16040060947274062122011-12-10T10:28:00.001-08:002011-12-10T10:30:37.947-08:00Dino factsLiam's current obsession is dinosaurs and it completely replaced his obsession with sharks. When he wakes up in the morning, he lies there and whispers facts about dinosaurs to himself. He is so weird.Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-52602896564004764422011-09-24T10:41:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:41:32.505-07:00The Influence of NFL Training CampSince we got NFL Training Camp (for the Wii) as a gift from Mommy last Christmas, Liam has become an expert on jump squats, bag hops, crunches with punches and other fun things. He also learned to how to do planks and bridges and he likes practicing these moves wherever he can.<br />
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One other thing he's picked up from NFL Training Camp is saying "Come on!" when he thinks it's appropriate. We were wondering where he picked up this phrase from when I heard it last night from the game's trainer. Of course he picks the worst times to use this phrase like when we're frustrated by the way the MapQuest app directed us to a dead-end street when we were trying to get on Lake Shore Drive so we could get to the Midway airport on time for our flight. I've noticed that he likes to use "Come on!" when were in the car. Mommy especially does not like this.Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2Chicago, 5040 N Clark, Chicago, IL 60640, USA41.973676 -87.66846541.961870999999995 -87.688206 41.985481 -87.648724tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-54868331130393021902011-09-16T09:34:00.001-07:002011-09-16T09:34:57.343-07:00Go Fish!"Grandma, do you have a yellow tang?"<br />
"No."<br />
"Thanks for nothing!"Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-42707291060851317952011-09-10T09:40:00.000-07:002011-09-10T12:11:31.177-07:00Good grief!From Liam this morning: "good grief!"<br /><br />From Daddy: "you got that phrase from Mommy"<br /><br />Liam: "I'm full of good griefs!"Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-72661549100964414222011-09-10T09:36:00.000-07:002011-09-10T09:40:16.073-07:00Blogging on the go!From time to time, Liam's half dozen fans ask me why there have been no blog posts lately... The easy any answer is, I'm lazy. I don't use the PC at home much, so I don't post many updates. But now the good folks at Google have made an app that will let me post from my phone. Whoo-hoo! Many more Liam stories are on their way!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-1063998206314527962011-06-13T15:10:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:17:21.678-07:00I never knew how wrong I was…<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>A guest entry from Aunt Jen</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I never knew how wrong I was…</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">So I got to babysit for my little Boo last night. I was looking forward to it and feeling really confident </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">about my ability to keep him safe and entertained for a few hours. Well, I managed the safe & </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">entertained part, but I overlooked one crucial detail: I DO EVERYTHING WRONG.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Pretty much from the time the folks’ left for dinner, every decision I made did not meet the exacting </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">standards of my four year-old dictatorial nephew.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Art project error: I brought some fabric pens and plain white tees so Liam and I could do art projects. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">But apparently Mommy hadn’t told me that Liam’s progressed from 3T to 4T. I was properly chastised </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">for my inaccuracy: “Don’t you know I’m bigger now???”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Potty error: He had to pee. Rock on, I can handle that. Into the bathroom we went, where he wholly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">climbed out of his shorts and undies. Peeing commenced; peeing completed. I thought, “Heck, it’s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">6:15. All we’ve got left is dinner and bath time. Let’s just put the undies back on and throw the shorts </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">in the hamper.” BUT NO. One cannot eat dinner in just undies and a tee shirt. It is unheard of, and</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">unacceptable. The look he gave me reminded me of disdaining manor lord in a PBS Masterpiece Theater </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">presentation. So of course, we dressed appropriately for supper and headed to the dining room.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Dinner time error: I made his sandwich wrong. How did I mess up a basic turkey and bread sandwich? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">I asked him how many slices of turkey he wanted. “I don’t care,” he lied. I put three slices on for him. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Automatic rejection: “I don’t care” translates into exactly four slices. Now you know.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Dessert error: Cookies for dessert! I hand him the little snack-size bag and tell him to eat them at the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">table, over his dinner plate to catch the crumbs. “I don’t eat cookies over my dinner plate! I’m done with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">dinner. I eat cookies over a napkin!”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Bath time errors (oh yes, more than one). Into the tub my grungy little Boo goes. I figure we’ll play for a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">bit and then get down to serious cleaning business. Bath toy fun commenced. A few minutes in, I decide </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">it’s time to wash his hair. “You were supposed to do that first!” What kind of loser doesn’t know the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">proper bath time agenda?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">But my gravest error of the night: I USED THE WRONG TOWEL. I didn’t know not to use the towel from </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">the towel rack. Liam has his own towel, which is of course hidden two rooms over in Mommy and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Daddy’s closet. Seriously, the look this kid gave me when I tried to wrap him up the big green towel. It </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">was like I’d grown a second head, but neither one had enough brains to properly dry a wet kiddo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">There were additional mistakes over the evening, of course: I brush his teeth wrong. I floss him wrong. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">I put bath toys away wrong. I put on his PJ pants “weird.” I read books with the wrong voices. But dag-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">nabbit if we didn’t have the best time hanging out together. I have never had so much fun being so</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >wrong.</span></div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-87679423777707189802011-04-06T11:01:00.000-07:002011-04-06T11:18:50.670-07:00Bugs & Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyb27yAkupCdF1vg5aFEK7NbgP9dwQWse4gmFgGqp2IlwocG1dFobIa2jUD5a0kGnXjxaKhR42iBnI_LO8kJi3LXPReX4PHE5TMhND8o3JmAm2klImdGtID3jVQI8mBGDI5zC07ep965s/s1600/Doozablab.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyb27yAkupCdF1vg5aFEK7NbgP9dwQWse4gmFgGqp2IlwocG1dFobIa2jUD5a0kGnXjxaKhR42iBnI_LO8kJi3LXPReX4PHE5TMhND8o3JmAm2klImdGtID3jVQI8mBGDI5zC07ep965s/s320/Doozablab.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592536053368580098" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div>Ladybugs are out in numbers at the park near Lola's house. In between flinging a frisbee and taking batting practice, Liam has been looking through the weedy, er, wildflowery field for ladybugs. He named one lucky creature "Doozablab." Its mates are "Dowsabel" and "Cholmondely." I wonder where <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/9435751.stm" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); ">he gets it.</a><br /><br />Liam often waters the flowers in Lola's front yard. He is quite familiar with a bush featuring light red roses. Last summer he watched two locusts grow to adulthood on its branches. Last fall, armed only with a spray bottle filled with water, he constantly battled aphids laying siege to the ancient plant. (Lolo planted it in the 70s.) Yesterday, as he was about to water the roses, he exclaimed in surprised, "There are yellow flowers on the roses!" Several yellow irises had bloomed behind the rose bush and their tips were visible over the upper branches.<br /><br />Submitted by Ninang</span>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-32288130916000877742011-03-21T15:18:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:32:33.923-07:00That's Audrey's birthday!We were watching one of the Harry Potter movies during dinner last night and an ad came on for "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2". <div><br /></div><div>At the end of the ad, the movie's release date, "July 15" comes up. Liam looks at it and says, "That's Audrey's birthday!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, Liam, you're absolutely right!</div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-22776390410185197262011-01-05T07:45:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:58:11.519-08:00"I got a googol!"Liam is really into counting lately. He's counting up to one hundred and also doing some addition and subtraction. He even noticed that 6+1, 5+2, and 4+3 were the same thing yesterday. He's also asking us what the biggest number is. It's hard to explain that there is no biggest number but we did tell him about really big numbers.<div><br /></div><div>Heather sent me this message yesterday:</div><div><br /></div><div>Heather: Liam & Jonah are playing catch. Jonah just awarded himself a trillion points. Liam trumped him by giving himself a googol. Go, math boy!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Liam remembered the term? Impressive!</div><div><br /></div><div>Heather: And he remembered that it's bigger that it's bigger than a billion or a trillion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Smart boy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-63084582515431779602010-12-28T16:30:00.000-08:002010-12-28T16:48:54.384-08:00Don't pull my tail!"You're not going to pull my tail Mommy, I'm too far ahead!"<br /><br />In response to my comment that I was "right on his tail" in a game of Candy Land.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-59088803040378614662010-12-23T22:15:00.000-08:002010-12-23T22:18:13.754-08:00Next summer's travel plansLiam: When we go back to Hawaii, we'll need lots of hotel rooms.<div><br /></div><div>Liam: You and Daddy can have a room.</div><div><br /></div><div>Liam: I'm gonna sleep with baby Audrey. And Uncle Ryan can sleep with us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mommy: What about Aunt Judy?</div><div><br /></div><div>Liam: She can sleep with Aunt Jen.</div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-57848475625180873112010-12-23T22:12:00.000-08:002010-12-23T22:15:44.050-08:00I want my money<div>A couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, Liam had this following request for Mama:</div><div><br /></div>"Is my money still in the bank? I want my money. I don't want it in the bank. I want my money."Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-42035807119294127732010-12-04T11:04:00.000-08:002010-12-04T11:09:24.012-08:00Bossy much?On Mommy finishing up the last bite of our churro at Christmas on the Prado yesterday:<br /><br />"You should <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>have done that! I AM STILL HUNGRY! Go get another one!"<br /><br />Fortunately, Mommy took the crowd-acceptable path & laughed in his face, rather than slapping it.<br /><br />All in all, we had a very fun time, and in the end, everyone had plenty to eat!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-48392478702241484642010-11-30T21:51:00.000-08:002010-12-01T10:46:58.758-08:00I am thankful for<span class="Apple-style-span" >Liam and his classmates had to fill out an "I am thankful for..." paper with the help of an adult.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Liam being Liam filled out his paper with "I am thankful for tracing the lines, you and nothing".</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We don't know whom he's referring to with "you" but "nothing" is classic Liam.</span></div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-91613735343841333972010-09-24T18:00:00.000-07:002010-09-25T15:33:19.278-07:00Driving to DisneylandSpecifically, these are comments made on the drive up to Disneyland:<br /><br />"I see a spare tire!" No, this is not a reference to my waistline; he's obsessed with the external spares on Jeeps & such.<br /><br />"Get a Honda!" Spoken to we don't know whom, for no reason he chose to explain.<br /><br />"I want to go home!" Because we're driving into the sun. He has since pulled a blanket onto his head. Over his sunglasses.<br /><br />"Raaaaahrrrr!!!" As Toothless.<br /><br />"Why are we going to Disneyland?" ?!? Why do we bother???Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-82732745311626170352010-09-16T12:51:00.000-07:002010-09-16T14:54:12.117-07:00I think that I shall never see...<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; ">Some people see shapes or objects in clouds. Liam seems them in trees. On a recent visit to a park, Liam pointed to one tree and declared, "That's Audrey playing basketball." He pointed to another tree and yelled, "That's me doing kung fu!"</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; ">(Courtesy of Liam's Ninang)</span></b></span></span></div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-77133245610677170932010-07-14T10:29:00.000-07:002010-07-14T10:46:45.859-07:00Earthquake<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Liam experienced his first earthquake last week. He'd slept through the bigger ones earlier this year.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's Liam re-enacting the quake.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwIG8ntxL2qNJe7HyrkZ59Xn0Yr5x82jtrQPyLZ96By-S3F-D-ITl4F-DrsQuywJAcjhWnKXlpyz1prNG5rtA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-86383749511079027052010-05-30T21:30:00.000-07:002010-05-30T21:32:53.712-07:00Singing in bedSitting in bed with Liam, watching the original Star Wars movie. Liam is singing: "Star Wars, star star star star wars..."<br /><br />Go ahead, you know you want to sing along!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-10231614971566044182010-05-27T22:05:00.000-07:002010-05-27T22:18:22.092-07:00What's it got in its pocketses, precious?Here's a PSA for you: ALWAYS wash your hands after handling money.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Went back to whatever I was doing... Liam went back to not napping. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />"It's in my pocket, Mama!"<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">proud</span> of himself...<br /><br />So, yeah, you really <span style="font-style: italic;">don't</span> know where that money's been.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-24564710071208759872010-05-27T21:58:00.000-07:002010-05-27T22:05:39.125-07:00Liam the lawyerLiam has been very argumentative lately, trying out all sorts of "what if" scenarios. <br /><br />"Time to go to bed, Liam." "What if I don't go to bed?"<br />"The car can't drive itself, Liam." "What if the car does drive itself?"<br />"Don't stab me with the [balloon] sword, Liam." "What if I do stab you?" [stabbity stab stab]<br /><br />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. <br /><br />"If it goes in your mouth, Liam, you chew and swallow it." "What if I spit my gum in the trash can?"<br /><br />I give up, Liam wins (which itself needs to be another post - the boy is turning into a seriously sore loser!).Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904561336733300580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-51658238002595823642010-04-07T16:02:00.000-07:002010-04-07T16:27:16.159-07:00What's that cat's name again?Liam decided to pronounce Kirk's name as Kack yesterday. I corrected him and told him it was "Knnrk" so he pronounced it the way he used to say it "when he was a baby". At least he didn't threaten Kirk with "be quiet or I'm gonna get ya!" as he's done before.<div><br /></div><div>He still wears "overyalls" and likes "baby jagwater" and will visit "the Barnes and the Noble" or eat at "Old McDonald's". And we'll be a little sad the day he pronounces each word or phrase like a big kid...</div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-52329524286631971672010-04-01T10:19:00.000-07:002010-04-01T10:20:09.415-07:00Shutting down<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Because Liam is no longer cute, charming or funny, this blog will be shut down immediately</span>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133411327154205119.post-69779608256867071182010-02-21T19:51:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:05:42.765-08:00"I don't need nobody"Liam threw a ball across the room a few minutes ago, against Mommy's specific instructions. Mommy said "I told you not to do that. Timeout! Go to your corner!"<div><br /></div><div>Liam's reply, delivered in a perky sing-song: "All by myself! I don't need nobody!" </div>Rey Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13109623118733582242noreply@blogger.com2