I Love Liam

I have an idea! Let's not talk about teething or sleepless nights today! Or illness! Yay! I know! Let's look at pictures of a cute baby instead!

And use lots of exclamation points because they give the illusion of positivity and of being excited!

And not tired!

Which I most definitely am not!
Ahem.

This is the look that stays glued to Liam's face when the Teletubbies are on TV. I can't decide if he likes the show or just doesn't get it:

Liam is suddenly into everything. With the other boys, there was sort of a gradual change - they were in my arms, then on the floor, then rolling, then crawling...a very predictable, easy to navigate course of events. Liam has gone from wanting to be in my arms all the time to commando crawling all over the house. Don't get me wrong, he still wants to be in my arms. But when he's not, I'm chasing him around.

It all happens so fast, doesn't it?

Yesterday, to keep him occupied, I gave him a pot to play with:

He liked it. Then, he discovered the stairs. Rather, he discovered the treasure laying tantalizingly out of his reach mid-way up the stairs:

He sat at the bottom of the stairs, yelling at that box of cheerios, demanding that they make their way down to him. He was quite pleased when I helped out:

Ignore the drool. Because we aren't talking about teething, remember? Right! We're focusing on the smile!

I'm not tired!

But Jim and I are going to the movies this weekend and I am so excited for a break.

Not that I need one!