Conversations we have after Liam has gone to bed:
Will: That is one cute baby.
Me: That IS one cute baby.
Will: I love that baby.
Me: Me too!
Will: That is one fat baby.
Me: That he is.
Will: I love that baby. He's a sweetie.
Me: Yeah. I love that baby, too.
Will: Let's go poke him!
(Tiptoe into nursery...SNIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFF on the baby's head)
Me: Run away!
So it's official. We're in love with our baby. Go figure. It's incredible how someone who frequently poops themselves (and, as happened the other night, poops ALL over you, explosively) can inspire such devotion. I'm sure Samuel Beckett would have something to say about that. Anyhoo...
Lots has been happening in recent days. Here's a little glimpse at the baby who's (too) quickly becoming a not-baby.
Better late than never...Will found a dinosaur? dragon? suit just a wee bit after Halloween and we gleefully reaped the visual benefits.
Whatchoo lookin' at? I'm a dragon. Okay, maybe I'm a dinosaur. I don't know! Piss off!
Playing with daddy in our rooftop pool...you can see a 32nd floor view of Doha behind them.
Just keeeeeeeeeeding. I'm actually far more of a Beat poet...
...in that I like tail...(monkey tail)
...and this is precisely why Liam is going to hate me in 10 or so years...(but that bum is SO CUTE)
I can't help it if he's a committed nudist. It's how he produces his best philosophical work...
...and delves into Quantum Physics with Lamby, Monkey Butt, and Mr. Lyon.
See? He's practicing his "no photos" pose for when he wins the Nobel Prize. Or starts a boy band.
Well, this is just ridiculously cute. This is precisely why Will and I (and Honey) spend the better part of each day making a) piggy noises b) farting noises or c) playing air baby. It's Irresistible Cuteness in it's most irresistible state. You simply must do as he commands.
(Come closer...I'll tell you the secret to my Irresistible Cuteness....CHOMP....SLOBBER...GRASP)
He loves his new inflatable tiger almost as much as he loves flinging himself across the room in his race car. I always suspected that children tended to enjoy $2 toys better than $60 ones...
The ONLY problem is that he keeps thinking he can fit that whole head in his mouth. Every time he fails is a sore disappointment.
So many friends, yet still...filled..with...such...ENNUI.
Communication error: Autumn thought this was the _regular face_ picture, whereas Liam was clearly operating under a different impression...
We have differing interpretations of this face: either "Oh shit, it's Daddy's first time using the Baby Bjorn!" or "I'm an evil genius operating Daddy's limb's like an AT Walker in Star Wars!"
Will: That is one cute baby.
Me: That IS one cute baby.
Will: I love that baby.
Me: Me too!
Will: That is one fat baby.
Me: That he is.
Will: I love that baby. He's a sweetie.
Me: Yeah. I love that baby, too.
Will: Let's go poke him!
(Tiptoe into nursery...SNIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFF on the baby's head)
Me: Run away!
So it's official. We're in love with our baby. Go figure. It's incredible how someone who frequently poops themselves (and, as happened the other night, poops ALL over you, explosively) can inspire such devotion. I'm sure Samuel Beckett would have something to say about that. Anyhoo...
Lots has been happening in recent days. Here's a little glimpse at the baby who's (too) quickly becoming a not-baby.
Weeeeeee! I'm going to Thanksgiving dinner to watch a bunch of people eat delicious looking food which I will attempt to grab from their plates! Raaaaaawr!
New friends: our lovely new colleague, Julieta and the very handsome Marley, who has the most heart-meltingly sweet brown eyes I've ever seen.
In the not-hot hot tub...
Oh no! That baby's gone native!
I swear it wasn't me! It was Monkey Butt that crapped all over you!
The ONLY problem is that he keeps thinking he can fit that whole head in his mouth. Every time he fails is a sore disappointment.
So many friends, yet still...filled..with...such...ENNUI.
We have differing interpretations of this face: either "Oh shit, it's Daddy's first time using the Baby Bjorn!" or "I'm an evil genius operating Daddy's limb's like an AT Walker in Star Wars!"
Will: Hey kid...ever heard of sleeping in on the weekends?
Liam: Hahahaha! You're so funny!
This is what happens when you drink and drive...MILK BEARD
Wearing Monkey Butt's hat...(cue circus music)
It's been an eventful month in Liam's development.
- He is an expert race car driver (albeit in one direction only...backward)
- He has discovered his magical hands and feet and spends ages gawking at them moving through the space in front of him... (for all the world like someone tripping on acid)
- His bottom left incisor is painfully and ever so slowly breaking through
- He can now say mamamamamamama, babababababababa, and dadadadadadada
- He can now, more or less, hold his own bottle, although it's sort of like a drunk holding his umpteenth bottle of beer
- He can slap his hands against his fat little legs in a fair approximation of a rhythm
(But not quite as much as we love chewing on feet)
