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On Saturday and Sunday mornings, we usually end up gathered in bed together as a family.  This past weekend, we were curled up together and I was telling him how much we loved him.  "Daddy loves you.  Mommy loves you."

He snuggled his blue blanket and said "Blue blanket.  Love you".

He's decided the blankie is part of the family now.  :-)

Today he asked me to play my flute, so I got it out.  As I was playing, he grabbed the cleaning rod from inside my case and started to "play" as well.

Best boy ever. 

Sometimes I have no control over situations.  Sometimes it really has nothing to do with me. 

And sometimes I struggle.  But acceptance is coming easier these days.

Everything changes, especially those things you wish would always stay the same. 

So far,  I feel I'm doing pretty well in the health department.  I still have the occasional coke, but I've been choosing tea more in the evenings.  There have been three evenings that I haven't had coke at all.  Rock.

I've been lessening my morning sugar intake, as well.  I've halved the amount of sugar I put in my tea.  Some days, I've used splenda instead. 

I've done terrible as far as exercise goes.  I haven't worked out at all like I've planned.  But I did rake leaves, which I think makes up for it. 

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Liam is huge, and funny.  He calls me Mommy now, and Grandma is "Guh-mama", which is absolutely adorable.  Daddy is daddy, and he is "Meh-mum"  He's named his favorite things.  His blanket is now named "blue" and his bear is named "big".  His pacifier is "beebee".  He loves the boys immensely, and calls George "douche".  Brice and Ian are a close approximation of their names, and  Dadra is "gaga".  He gets so excited when people are here.  And they all play with him, so he has a gaggle of doting aunts and uncles. 

He can count to ten, and recognizes the numbers.  He knows most of his ABC's as well, and loves it when I sing them to him.  He loves fingerplays and the "hello" song.  We sing the hello song all day, every day, and he never tires of it.

His favorite fingerplays are Two Little Apples, Johnny Whoop, Three Little Hotdogs, and the Itsy Bitsy Spider.  

He can climb the stairs now and often spends a good portion of the day going up and down for fun.  He says just about anything you ask him to say.  He drinks from a cup and eats with utensils.  He loves to play outside with his blue car, loves to steal people's car keys, and helped me rake the yard the other day.

Last night he tried to put himself to bed.  All of a sudden, he grabbed blue, said "night night" and went upstairs.  It was adorable.

He knows all of his body parts, but you have to be careful when he says nose.  Usually he then tries to jam his finger up your nose.  He thinks this is hilarious.

He loves to read, and pretends to read to himself.  He loves music, especially the Minnie and Mickey CD.  He knows whose shoes are whose, even visitors, and will bring you your shoes if he wants to go outside. 

He loves yogurt and green olives.  He'll eat just about anything under the sun. 

He is my beautiful little man, and I love him more than anything. 

stop looking at me like you love me.  

I am sick. 

I am sick and I am terrified that this is the beginning of being Sick again.  Each time I feel ill, the fear emerges.  With every cold or fever or bout of nausea, there is no optimism that its a 24 hour thing; no resignation that this is my time to catch the flu or a cold or whatever.  Instead, there is the cold wave of dread down my spine.  Am I sick this time?  Or am I Sick?

I don't want to do this anymore.

What is there to say about my lovely baby boy?

He's so big now.  So big, so fast.  And still, somehow, so happy.  He has too much personality for his tiny little body.  He's doing so much, making so many connections.

He loves to be outside, and enjoys his pool and climber.  He recently invented a game he calls "keys", where he takes out keys and puts them in the car door.  It took him all of 2 seconds to find the right key.  So now he's trying to steal my car. 

He's my little Linus, dragging his grandma blanket along with him wherever he goes. 

He talks so much, and I adore his little voice.  The other day, I was putting his shoes on, and saying "one, two".  He counted with me- "two.  free!"  He was so proud.  Giggled like a maniac.  In the store the other day, waiting to check out, we were doing his ABC's and he started doing those with me as well.  He's so smart. 

He loves puzzles, and he still adores books.  There are days we read every book of his at least twice, and that is considerable, as his baby library rivals mine.  He especially loves the Little Red Caboose (which he calls "boose") and My Little Bus.  We recently got him his first words book, and he adores that as well. 

He loves butter pecan ice cream (with the nuts taken out) and minestrone soup.  He asks for apples by name.  Last weekend we took him to the beach and he had a blast.  He couldn't get enough of the water, or digging in the sand. 

He says "bye bye" to everyone and anything.  He says "uh oh" when he drops things on the ground. And when he wants a video (which he wants way more than we give him) he says "wideowideowideowideowideo" which is the most adorable thing in the world. 

He is his Daddy's boy, all the way.  He's already tried to take apart the vacuum cleaner, thankfully unsuccessfully.  Grandpa gives him ink pens and he takes them apart (under supervision).  He has this need to figure out mechanical things, and I know that someday I'll have to contend with crazy father son projects in the garage.  I'll have 911 on speed dial then.

He has picked up so many animal sounds.  Dog, cat, cow, snake, goat, horse, sheep.  I'm trying to teach him "What's a zombie say?  BRAINS!" which is hilarious because yesterday he ran around the house yelling "BRAINS" at random intervals. 

He's so big, and he's so precious, and I love him more each day.  Though I didn't think that was possible.   

Oh my god I am actually quilting the quilt.  Holy crap.

Progress good, I'm feeling confident. 

Had one of those dreams that bothers the death out of me.  Woke up a bit blurry and nostalgic.

I wonder which will bother me more- if I have these dreams the rest of my life or if someday, I don't have them any longer?

So its been a bit since my last post like this, and Liam is everywhere now! 

He repeats almost any word you ask him to, except for Mama.  He has said light, on, off, okay, more, again, up, teeth, garage, hot, hat, no, yeah, yes, yum, cracker, car, eat, bye bye, hi, this, that, what's this?,ball, stick, shoe, nose, cat, duck, blanket, pizza, and milk.   When you ask him to say Mama he grins his fool head off and says Dada.  He sure is a tiny game player, because the minute there is something he -really, really- wants.....

Mama!!!  Ma!!!!

Oh yeah. 

We hide under blankets together and he waves his arms and says "woooo" like a ghost.  That is precious and adorable.  Yesterday we had people over and grilled in the backyard, and he learned to use his slide all by himself!  Now this is very cute.  When going down stairs, he turns around and goes down them feet first with his belly sliding down the stairs.  That is exactly how he went down his slide, and he loved it. 

He also took all the bibs off of his high chair and spent a good 15 minutes trying to put them all on at once.

Did I mention my kid is adorable?

He helps with groceries now, he has a blast putting lighter things on the conveyor belt and then carrying something inside the house.  He hides things and puts them away around the house.  Last week I found his plastic coffee cup in the baking drawer, one of his movies in a low cupboard, and his cars in the movie cupboard.  He took my deodorant and I couldn't find it for two days! Luckily I had another.  Jim saw him pull it out of the cat door a few days later.

He laughs at absolutely everything.  He is the sweetest boy ever.    

My new favorite movie of all time is Meet the Robinsons.

That is all.