So, the three of us packed up our house in Lancaster after two very fun visits, one from Graw and one from Nana. We toured Amish houses, found a fantastic brewery at which to eat and drink, rode the four wheeler, and did other very fun things. We've been down in NOLA with Gigi and Pa for the past few weeks and while Dad worked, I've been staying home with the little dude. We started off the summer with swim lessons (particularly important since Gigi and Pa have a pool in the backyard). These went fabulously! His very first day he was not a fan and cried quite a bit, but by the time we were home and trying things out in the pool here, he was having a blast. He likes to tell himself "Ok, I'm going to be brave" and he does new things. (This has continued throughout the summer for other things but it started with swimming.) After his ten lessons were up, Liam can jump into the pool and swim across it or back to the wall, he can swim the entire length and is working on coming up for air on his own, he's jumped off of Pa's shoulders, he can swim like a dolphin (no, I'm not kidding, he said watch me and he imitated a dolphin by picking his butt up and down in the water with his legs together, I have NO idea where he learned how to do this and I've been with him 24/7). He's totally comfortable in the water and uses no goggles. He's come a very long way from the little boy who didn't like to be splashed at all. (This has also made taking showers go from impossible to pretty easy.) He even started floating on his back tonight. Amazing little swim bug.
He says some of the darnest things. For example, he likes to tell us stories about how when he was a little baby, such and such happened. We didn't know about it because we weren't around. Or, when he used to live with a stranger, they used to put syrup on their popcorn and it tasted really good, so we should try it. When David and I have asked about him "living with a stranger" he says that he knew them, they just didn't know his name. It's weird, it sounds weird, but I like the creative freedom it gives him so I'm letting him run with it. He tells us all kinds of things he's gotten to do with this stranger, or when he was a baby (or, when we were babies and he was a grown up, that's happened too).
He told me the other day, in response to my "I love you" that he really loved his daddy. I told him I thought that was great, Daddy is awesome to love and I love him too. I said I love both Daddy and Liam, maybe he could love both of us. He told me, and I quote, "I'll have to think about that a bit and discuss it with Daddy when he gets home." Ok, Mr. Businessman. (Of course, I get lots of I love yous five minutes later.)
David and Liam went to vacuum out the car and Liam was helping, but he really didn't like how the vacuum would stick to the seat or the carpet. He told David, "I'm not gonna help, Daddy, I'm just gonna hold the hose and supervise." Too much.
I'm putting him down for nap and he tells me he can't sleep because "The problem is, Mom, that the bed says 'Play' on it, so, I have to play in it. I can't sleep. Silly." For the record, the sheets are beige with no words on them.
When I tell him something he's doing isn't a very good idea, he'll tell me that he can't help it,"it's the way I'm made" (since that's what I say to a lot of "why?" questions about bugs, clouds, trees, etc.) or "that's the way my story's written, Mom" (based on the whole, change the story idea from Super Why and the Super readers who "change the story to save the day").
We've have a really nice time hanging out these past few weeks. We went down to the fishing camp a couple of times (and once Nana and Papa Rick got to meet us there!) and we went to Franklinton (Liam's FAVORITE place because he has LOTS of big toys, by toys I mean a go cart, four wheeler, and tractor. No, these are not actual toys but Uncle Timmy's real things that Liam gets to ride around when he's not playing in the river on the beautiful beach). When David and I leave this weekend to start our big move, he'll be going to the beach with Gigi and Pa as well.
Liam got to go to a monster truck rally while here. David and I stayed home to build him a loft bed (which came out beautifully, for the record, oh, and we have two since Liam was building a loft bed for David and I along side us, the sweet boy) and although Liam had a ton of fun getting to climb on the trucks and get held by the drivers, there wasn't very much driving actually. Liam has gotten to hang out with Pawpaw and Roro, Graw, Uncle Ian and Aunt Andie, we got to see Great Pawpaw and Grandma Ruthie several times, and we've had a good time overall. We went to the Bayou Boogaloo, which was fun but too hot.
Liam likes to do "paper studies" where he collects papers, makes mail, works on the computer, and does other things to act like a grown up. He's really been liking taking photos (hence the close-ups and odd shots below, the fleur de lis is my favorite of his so far). Oh, and he just told David a story today about Curious George's friend, Curious John. Curious John lives in South America but spends a lot of time at the North Pole working with Santa. And he's a monkey too. :) Enjoy the host of photos, many super belated (like those from New York and whatnot).











