Stiff Competition

Remember this diva? The one who likes to stand on step stools and sing (solos only please) to friends and strangers alike? She better watch out....

...there's a new kid in town. Liam has seen what she's got and is bringin' the heat. Watch. Out. There's gonna be a whole lotta ego in the house soon...good thing we're moving to a bigger place.


Crikey.

Innocent enough, a little "blue steel-esque"

pow!

pow!

POW!

Still co-habitating peacefully for now...

Uh oh Liam! Dr. Reina said you need an enema! What?!?

Sista and Brudder

Reina takes her job as big "sista" very seriously. She is fastidious about reporting Liam's crying to me, saying "Baby Liam needs a binky" or "he needs a bottle" or "he wants his Mommy." Although the last is interesting in that she says I am not his Mommy, I'm Reina's Mommy. Must be a brudder from anudder mudder? Anyway, my favorite is when he is on his playmat/jungle-gym, she tells me "don't step on my brudder". Makes me snicker every time.

This weekend was Mother's Day and we spent the afternoon/evening with my parents, my Nana and my brother Matt and his wife, "Uncle Jen". The house is a mess due to packing and the dinner I made was a not-so-adventurous frozen lasagna (trying to empty out the freezer before the move) but it was good to relax and visit with family.

Today, Liam went for his 2 month check-up...got 4 shots and an oral vaccine. Poor kiddo. He's been intermittently crying in his sleep since then. Reina was good but wanted to get shots, too, so she could get some bandaids. Tough luck, tootsie. Liam weighed in at 11 pounds, 3 ounces; and is now 22 inches tall. Kind of a shortie (15%) and not too fat (25%) but his big ole noggin is still holding all the requisite amount of brains (50%). I hope he doesn't have trouble holding it up in the future. For now, the tummy time is progressing fine...

My 3

Muscles

Post co-bath..."he needs a binky"

My gorgeous girl

Reina, Mommy's Mommy's Mommy, and Liam

Baseball!

Last week we attended Liam's SECOND baseball game (he already has his own personalized mitt) and the weather was lovely. We went with friends and had a great time, despite the loss. Now Reina can't stop saying "go Reds" with coordinating arm-pump and asking where Rosie and Mr. Redlegs are. Did I mention I really didn't care much for baseball? I guess after 12 years hanging out with Bill, I've decided to give up on resisting. I'm sure I'll be able to name the entire starting line-up way before the end of the season this year!

Pre-game, note the toddler who refused to wear her Reds shirt. Near tantrum when I suggested removing the flowered one. Yikes.

Hot dog. Better eaten separately apparently. Also consumed 74 nacho chips and ate half of our friend's popcorn (hey Erin and Kyle, Bill didn't want to tell you but she dropped some on the ground and put it back in the bag. sorry.)

Loved clapping with the crowd, loved the scoreboard (was actually on it for a second!) and loved Rosie Red!

Who needs to go to Disney to meet the characters? (I do)

Poor Liam. No comments about his view please.

My little children, sleepily holding hands in the car on the way home. Melt.

My Little Lad

"What's Liam doin'?" is a frequent question of my inquisitive 2 year old. Usually the answer is "sleeping". However, as he grows bigger every day (really, he looks huge to me already...mostly his noggin) he is starting to be more interesting to all of us, especially Reina, Jedi and ole poop tongue, Hermes.

Bill thinks it is funny to pretend Liam can walk around...I think it looks kind of creepy to see this tiny person standing on the ground, looking up at you. To clarify, Liam's not creepy, just that walking.

Checking out some new friends on the jungle gym of misfit toys.

Photo of Reina taken at the same age, same place...family resemblance?

So happy, all the time. He's such a good baby, rarely cries unless hungry.

Also, he thinks he's hilarious.

Still smiling and laughing. Sleeping, well, 5 hours last night isn't too bad. Getting there, I'm back to caffeinated tea, however.