A late photo from the reunion....Liam with his cousin Brooke again.

And with Grandma-

Back to the Beach

We stayed plenty busy even though the weather wasn't that great. Back to the aquarium, to the train museum...oh, and we discovered the doughnuts on the Boardwalk. Everyone was right, they are the best doughnuts ever!

It's a Hard Knock Life

I didn't realize that toddler life can be so hard! The other week I pick him up from daycare, ANOTHER boo-boo report. This time he got bitten on the hand by one of his "friends." Not as bad as the face-biting, though.

Yesterday they called to have him picked up, they thought he had pink eye. A trip to the doctor uncovered a sinus infection. Ick. He slept for a record 12 hours last night. He was whooped.

We went to the beach the other weekend...it was too cool to really get in the water, in addition to the rough waves, but Liam didn't care much about it anyhow.

Eat!

We went to a family reunion on Saturday. Liam did not want to socialize, he wasn't familiar with anyone, all he wanted to do was to cling to me or to be held. This went on for about 45 minutes, even after John got there. All the food was laid out, you know the southern family reunion staples; chicken, pinto beans, corn, you name it, along with a whole table just for desserts. John was asking Liam, "Are you ready to eat?" Liam is now repeating the last word you say usually, so he said "eat!" He was finally warming up a little.
Someone started hushing the crowd, because we were to listen to someone speak briefly first, about who was lost this last year and a prayer. Almost immediately after it got quiet, you heard "eat!" "eat!" mixed in with one or two "hot!"'s. We couldn't quiet him down at all, if we hadn't been holding him, I think he would have run over to the table. He kept on, even through the prayer, the guy leading it didn't even break a smile, but I certainly couldn't help it. Needless to say, I was almost first in line when the prayer was over! Liam apparently loves a buffet! He ate tons of fruit and I had to go get him more "bock bock." (chicken-who taught him that?) He didn't even mind BBQ chicken. He had more sugar than he's ever had before, so we let him run and run and run.
He was the littlest guy there and didn't mind any of those old people picking him up. He just wouldn't stay long. His love of chicken is duly noted! (He also devoured salmon this week.)