MONTH THREE: Liam of Arabia

The last month has been all upheaval. We left the cool, green beauty of the PNW to brave the blazing sand and flashing Landcruisers of Doha. We moved into a beautiful new place, which has helped us somewhat in dealing with missing everyone and everything back Stateside.

So they wear these in Doha, right? I totally need this, right? Because I seriously rock this hat.

Mom and Dad took us up to Seattle for our long haul home, and we had a beautiful afternoon wandering around the Pike Street Market.

It was all fun and games until, out of NOWHERE, I was attacked by a crazy ZOMBIE BABY!

 

I am just keeeeeding! (It was just a zombie baby. Totally sane.)

This piggy went to the market...(and ate a senior citizen)

 

We told Liam that he'd look like this one day if he wasn't well-behaved on the flight home...

But then Mom was like, "Oh no you don't! That baby's staying with me!"

Especially after we took him to his first strip club. I admit...he might have been a little young. I had to keep telling him, "No sweetie! Those boobies aren't like Mommy's!"

 

We're nominating ourselves for parents of the year.

 

SO...we arrived back in Doha, where Liam was immediately doted on by many lovely young ladies, one of whom charitably enhanced this picture by adding a not-at-all gay sailor's hat.

Seriously, this is how it is ALL the time. Sometimes with total strangers. A local woman who was standing behind me in line at Marks & Spencer today stuck her phone into the infant seat, snapped a shot, and squeeled, "Mashallah! What an adorable baby!" Hey...I'm not arguing, but then I'm ridiculously biased.

Nesma, my student who is fond of photoshopping sailor hats, got him these. I think they perfectly frame his cankles.

We don't torture him ALL the time.

We let him drive the new car...

 

(He's trying to figure out how to pop it into Turbo)

We let him ride horses...(as long as they're heavily padded and inanimate)

(with Honey, his very nice nanny)

We taught him how to play the guitar...(he's really more comfortable being a groupie, though)

We take him swimming in the sea...(it's like a giant diaper that never needs to be changed!)

   

 

Look! It's my two daddies! I am SO 21st century.

Okay...so we OCCASIONALLY wear him as a hat...

 

and make him do Belly Time (if...only...I...can....reach....that....ugly...pink and green....thing....)

 

...and suck out his brains...(mmmmmmm BRAINS)

 

....and kiss him

 

...and cuddle him...

...and play with him...

 ...which is very hard work and leads to....

 

...falling asleep with monkey shoes on...

 

...and deep contemplative thought...

 

...but is that any reason to try to break out of ja....I mean, the crib? (Almost out! Almost! alllllmmoozzzzzzzzzz)

 

The important thing is to not take oneself TOO seriously. I mean, if you want to wear a plunger on your head, wear a plunger on your head! (well, maybe only RIGHT after you buy it, just the ONCE) 

 

All in all, we're settling into our new place and enjoying the sea view...

(view from the kitchen patio)

 

(view from bedroom)

 

(the bedroom, with a side of monkey)

 the living room (notice how clean it is! this is not due to some new-found hidden talent for tidiness on our part, but because Honey looks after us very well.)

...and young William Henry the V is getting stronger and more grown up every day. XOXOXO