Liam Lullaby

An unfortunate accident occurred this evening shortly after bedtime resulting in the changing of Liam's bedsheets. Not a huge deal, but Liam and Teagan now sleep in the same room. I warned Liam before returning to his bed that we had to be extra quiet as we changed the sheets because Tigi was trying to go to sleep. As we entered the room, Liam walked over to Tigi's crib, reached his sweet little hand through the bars and started to sing Teagan's favorite song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" to her as he stroked her face.

The song ended before I was done changing the sheets, and Liam turned to me and said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Well, that didn't work," as he stared at his wide awake, but calm sister. I think he really expected her to fall asleep right then. I pointed out how calm he had made her and asked him to sing her another song while I finished up with the sheets. He broke out in "In the Tigi Room," our family's version of the famous Disneyland Tiki Room song. Part of his rendition goes a little like this, "All the birds sing words and the flowers grow..." He's convinced that's how it goes. Works for me. Tigi, on the other hand, is convinced the song is really about her. Again, works for me.

He ended his serenade with another variation on the Tiki Room theme.  He came up with this one on his own.  "In the tootie, tootie, tootie, tootie, tootie room." I think it may have been Tigi's favorite number of the night too as she soon joined in singing.

Liam on Love

Before I repeat the conversation that occurred between Liam and me, I have to explain that at the time "twenty-four" was the biggest number that could possibly exist according to Liam.

Liam: "Mom, do you love me more than twenty-four volcanoes?"
Mom: "Yes."
Liam: "More than twenty-four clouds?"
Mom: "Yes Liam."
Liam: "More than twenty-four pirates, twenty-four treasures, and twenty-four squids!?"
Mom: "You've got it."
Liam: "More than anything?"
Mom: "More than anything."

Contrast that with his comment a few days later:

Liam: "Mom, I love you more than Kleenex boxes. More than boogers."

I love you more than boogers too kiddo. Even more than twenty-four boogers.

Quotable Liam

Liam: "Mom, monkeys are cooler than you...because they throw their poop."

Geronimo

Tonight I snuck into Liam's room where he lay sleeping to lotion his poor chapped paws. As I slathered his skin with lotion, he stirred, squinted at me, and said, "Geronimo." Then he smiled and turned over.

My Little Boy

Liam is growing up way too quickly, but he still says a few things that let me know he is still my little boy. For instance:

"I'm gonna fight like a enja!" (enja=ninja)
"Maybe we should read the destructions." (destructions=instructions)
"And then it desploaded!" (desploaded=exploded)
"Mom, can we play Mario brudders." (brudders=brothers)

And my most recent favorite:
"Mom, don't be scared of that bug. I can swatter it." (swatter=swat)

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Flies

Tonight Liam and I painted Valentines. He really wanted to paint one for his little sister. After painting the letters of her name, he asked what he should paint next. I suggested a heart or a design. He looked at me, and then slowly responded, "Or I could paint a dead fly," which he promptly did.

Nothing says "love" like a deceased insect.

Out of the Mouths of Babes #4

Liam (with exposed belly) uttered the following in serious super-hero tones:

Super, SUPER, belly button blaster!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #3

As I finished replacing a sprinkler the other day, Liam, somehow managed to open our sticky front door whereupon he discovered a baby bottle filled with what he believed was water. He promptly took a gulp from the oh-so-tempting container discarding the paper funnel stuck in the nipple-less bottle top. I looked up to see him at the front window with tongue hanging and drool crippling down his little chin. I quickly came to his aid, assessed the situation, and discovered the demise of my VINEGAR filled fruit fly trap and the subsequent surprise of my three-year-old! Poor kid!

FYI Apple cider vinegar, a little dish soap, and water in a small dish attracts and kills fruit flies like no other. Regular "water-look-alike" vinegar...not so much.

This was my first and most likely last attempt with the funnel method. Apple cider vinegar might work better I'm sure, but that could easily be mistaken as apple juice!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #2

Liam: Momma, when the baby cracks (like an egg, most likely of the dinosaur variety), we could play wiffit.

Momma: Well, (laughing) babies don't really crack. They kind of...uh...slide out.

Liam: The baby'll swide out, go "WHEEEE," and THEN we could play wiffit.

Out of the Mouths of Babes #1

If you had been a fly on our wall this evening for family scripture study (with the children's reader), you would have overheard the following:

Will (pointing to a picture of two men standing in the water preparing to get baptized): "Liam, what are those two men doing in the water?"

Liam in a surprised and nearly appalled voice: "They're getting their pants wet."