Update

Yo dudes.
I just looked at my blog and realized it's been almost a month since I've posted anything. I just don't have the time to post often. I'd rather read other peoples blogs. I get on a roll and will write forever then spend even more time to upload pictures. See! I just spent like a whole minute writing about how I don't have time to write! Crazy!

So, here's the gist of this post. I need to update about my kiddos because I have failed at keeping them baby books. Actually I knew I wouldn't be good at keeping up with that so technically I didn't fail, I just didn't pass.

***I'd also like to note that I reached behind my computer to grab something and the entire thing shut off. Twice. That's even more time spent. Thankfully there is auto-save on here.***

Carrying on.

It's been 3 months since I've updated on the boys. I've probably forgotten all kinds of milestones.
Blast! Oh well, by my sixth or seventh kid I probably will have forgotten about this blog, so it's really not gonna matter, lol.

Aight.

Sam:

Sam is just shy of 2 1/2. I had to look on my blog to see how old each of the kids are. Yeah, I'm that lame. It also made my stomach drop to see that in 7 months and 6 days Sam will be 3. Wah.

Sam is my little smarty pants. Although he is whiny at times and throws some pretty wicked tantrums he is overall very well-behaved and I am very much enjoying this age. It's true that they are like little sponges. He picks up on everything. Including the S-bomb that was dropped at family dinner the other night, true story. (Btw, we have a hilariously dysfunctional family. But, of course, we put the "fun" in "dysfunctional").

He lined all of these up then ordered them to "sit down!"

Sam has become more "snuggly" since Liam arrived, which I had hoped would happen. A few weeks ago he started saying "I wanna hold you. Hold me." Which I typically cannot decline. Someday he won't want me to hold him anymore, so I'm soakin up the love.


He is also, still, quite independent. He plays well by himself, but is more than happy to try and get Liam to tag along with his antics.

Best picture ever. This was completely unprovoked.

I can finally have conversations with him. Nothing huge, but worthy of mentioning.
He talks a lot. Not constantly, but the majority of the day. But he's also a pleasure to talk to so it doesn't bother me when he does talk.

Some things that he's been saying lately are:
"I like it" - He thinks if he says this I will give him what he's liking at the moment.
"C'mon Mema" - Come on Liam.
"Have a good day" - To anyone around us when we are leaving a store.
"I'm drummin" - He's a drummer. Anything and everything is a drum.
"I wove woo" - No explanation needed there. Agh, loves it.
"Come on!!" - He will yell this when any music comes on that has a good beat.

I'll stick more on here as I think of them. He says so much it doesn't make much sense for me to post everything. The point is, the kids hilarious and can speak coherently. He's also doing well in the manners department which I'm happy for.

Regarding height, weight, and all that. I haven't taken Sam to the doctor since....well basically I haven't taken him in a long time, so I couldn't tell you. And he's in bed right now and there is no way I'm going to risk waking the kid up so I can put all that on here. He's a shorty, but growing and surviving just fine. Good enough.


Oh! Not sure if I've posted about this, probably have but I'm gonna put it on here anyways. He has been 100% in underwear for several months. He can go pee all by himself. What I'm dealing with now is that he drops his drawers anywhere. Countless people have seen my child with his pants down to his ankles. Which reminds me of a story that I'm gonna go ahead and bust out:

We were at our hotel pool in San Diego (another post for another time which I don't have) and Stephen is helping me put Liam in a floaty. Sam is standing beside Steve on the side of the pool waiting. We both look away for 2 seconds and when we look back Sam has dropped his trunks and is peeing right into the pool. Guess he thought it was a giant toilet. Stephen was quite proud.
I just continued on with what I was doing and avoided looking anyone in the face the rest of the time.


Something that I've been a bit intimidate about is how/when to start any kind of schooling or whatnot. I figured Sam being 2 and picking stuff up so quickly that I could at least attempt to teach the kid a color or two. It took him about a week and a half and he had 5 colors down. He seems so excited about it too. He will point out different colors everywhere we go. So that encourages me to teach him more. He also totally caught me off guard the other day when he counted 2 pictures of Stephen. He said, "Momma! Two daddies. One, two." I was impressed. He does it a lot now. Today he counted to 4 using a toy that has 4 parts. It was pretty cool. Next I'm gonna teach him how to use Facebook. Kidding, kidding, that is just sick.

Sam is also my helper. He is such a good kid, typically willing to help out with whatever I need him to do. He still likes doing laundry with me and now helps me make muffins and cookies. He knows he'll get to lick the beaters if he sticks around long enough. Sam also waters the garden for Daddy. He keeps his room fairly tidy and doesn't protest when it's time to pick up, although he does get distracted and typically needs a reminder of his task.

He loves to help with Liam. When Liam is crying Sam will try everything he knows to do. Covers him with a blanket, gives him a paci, brings him toys and books, and then resorts to just trying to make him laugh. He's such a good big brother. He is going to make a great leader.

Liam:


Liam is 9 months, but eats like a 15 month old. Remember this post? Psssh. That's beginner stuff, lol. No pureed food for Liam, that's a laugh and a half for him. I fed the kid chili today for crying out loud. I think I'm beginning to realize why Sam has such a sensitive gag reflex. I thoroughly enjoyed making Sam's baby food, but, really, whats the point if Liam will eat what I'm eating as long as he can chew it up just fine. And in the instances that I know he won't be able to handle something I have my handy-dandy baby food mill.


Liam is my rough and tumble little lover-boy. Agh, he's such a sweetie, but such a little stinker too. Where Sam was content to stay put, it is just not so with Liam. He is determined to keep me on my toes at all times. He knows where every trashcan in the house is and can see things on the floor that only a microscope should be able to pick up.


Unlike Sam, Liam will vigorously search for me if he needs me. Which is often. I was not familiar with separation anxiety. I am now. And by vigorous I mean he will army crawl/fling his body until he gets to me, screaming all the way. When he does reach me he will either bat at my leg, pull on my pants, or sit up and scream hysterically until he is attended to.



Oh, btw, he started sitting up on his own about 2 weeks ago. He has pretty much mastered that. He started pulling up 3 or 4 days ago. He also bites the couch. And unsuspecting toes. And me. Which brings me to the fact that I am looking forward to his 1st birthday because I will be weaning him. He has 2 bottom teeth and 2 more halfway through. He is a beast. That's all I'm gonna say about that. He is down to 3-4 nursings a day, so he's pretty much weaning himself. Goodie.


And seeing that I am not pregnant by the time he is weaned I will be treating myself to a heavy metal detox. Oh joy. Just thought I'd throw that in there.


Liam's vocabulary consists of blowing raspberries very loudly and also random confessions of "ba ba ba ba ba ba". Stephen claims that he says "da da" but I remain in denial about this. It doesn't count until I clearly hear him. Or until he says "ma ma".

Love

I don't know Liam's growth stuff either because he hasn't been to the doctor since he was 4 days old. I don't need to be ragged on about vaccines or whatever else, so unless the kids are crazy sick (ie: Sam's strep), then we will be avoiding the docs.
All I know is that Liam is probably going to be bigger than Sam. I keep telling Sam this, but Sam continues to push Liam's head down into the floor and then sit on his back and pretend he is a horse. One day Sam, one day......

He's not petting him, he's pushing his head down.

And now that I look through all of these pics I've noticed Liam is way to addicted to his paci. Or else I just give it to him way to much. Hmm, I think I'll start limiting paci-usage.

Loving my boys :)