Two Month Check-in

Yesterday, I took Liam to his two-month appointment. This was the yucky shot appointment. He did quite well. That said, he screamed bloody murder and turned beet red during the shots -- but calmed very quickly in my arms. The rest of the day he was sleepier than usual. He even slept through the night in his crib. But I'm not sure if that wasn't because of the Tylenol.

His measurements are:
12 pounds 11 ounces
22.5 inches

I think he's longer than that. It was cold in the exam room and he wasn't stretching out too well.

Liam likes:
Playing on his exercise mat.
Making spit bubbles.
Farting.

Liam doesn't like:
Sleeping on his back.
Opera music.
Outfits with more than 3 snaps.

Babysitter for Hire

They say it is hard to find a good babysitter. Well, I've found that my cat Pekoe is the best babysitter there is. All I need to do is put Liam down on his exercise mat and Pekoe will take over.

She is very attentive. And Liam loves playing with her. They created a great game! Liam thrashes around creating shadows and then Pekoe attacks the shadows. It's super cute!

This is much better than when the cats simply hid every time they saw the little boy. Of course, I can't wait to see their reactions when he can actually run after them.

Liam is getting so big

Liam is getting SO big. See the onesie in the picture above... he doesn't fit in it anymore. In fact, I packed up all his newborn clothes a couple weeks ago. Last week I found a newborn-sized outfit in the laundry so I held it up to him. And it's amazing how small it looked next to him. I can't believe how quickly he is growing.

I probably need to put away some of the next size up. Of course, sizes are deceiving. Some 0 to 3 months clothes don't fit while others are just starting to fit him. You can't even go by the weight suggestions. The trick is to start putting him things when they are too big -- that way they don't go unused in the closet.

Rogaine Anyone?

So I hear male pattern baldness runs in my family. This sucks!

I thought this horrible genetic curse was supposed to come from the mother's side. Well, PopPop Roger has full head of hair. This isn't fair -- I am only a few weeks old and I'm losing the hair on top of my head!

Mommy says it will grow back soon. But she also keeps calling me her little redneck baby on account of the fact that I have a mullet. What's a mullet? Whenever I ask her she just says-- it's business in the front and party in the back. What does this crazy woman mean???

Mama Said Knock You Out

Weighing in at 10 pounds 4 ounces, wearing the white trunks with blue gloves is Liam Moore.

Yup that's right, I am training for the ultra featherweight division.

Don't believe me... Check out these training photos. That green parrot never knew what hit him. Seriously, I pack a powerful punch. I'm not kidding. I can hit the crap out anything they hang above my head on this silly contraption. It's all about the follow-through. Just imagine what I'll be like when I can actually stand.

Okay, I admit it the gloves aren't just for boxing. But it sounds sissy to admit that they protect my pretty face. Apparently, Mommy doesn't like to cut my nails but she also doesn't like to be cut by my nails. Go figure.

Definitely Not the World Cup!

Mommy took me to see Daddy play soccer. But again, I slept through the whole game. I guess someone will explain this soccer game to me another time. Mommy said that it was good that I slept through the whole game because a thunderstorm rolled in and we had to watch from far away. I can take that I missed the game, but missing a good thunderstorm just sucks.

Party Animal

Did you know that I went to three parties before I turned one month old?

The first party was a cook-out at Grammy and PopPop's. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything from that party. I basically slept through the whole thing. Mommy tells me that many of Grammy's friends cooed all over me. I guess my power over the opposite sex extends into the AARP crowd!

The second party was at a friend of Daddy's house. There were a lot of people playing a bunch of different games. Mommy says that Daddy is an avid gamer... but she says it in a way that doesn't make it sound like a good thing. I don't know -- gaming looked like a lot of fun to me.

Here's a picture of Daddy and me learning a new game. I think it had something to do with spies, but I don't know.

Then the following weekend, we drove across the Chesapeake Bay to a party with Mommy's co-workers. It was another extremely hot day. Unfortunately, Mommy wouldn't let me go swimming in the bay.

I saw the weirdest thing. Grown adults banging away to get their dinner. Don't they know that they can get nourishment with just a little bit of sucking? Why would you want to pull apart a sea creature to get food? Mommy says that one day I will enjoy this too. She says that it is part of being a true Marylander.

The one thing I will always remember about this party is everybody asking Mommy when she is coming back to work. I knew my Mommy was cool -- but come on people, give her some time to spoil me. I don't like the idea of Mommy going away for 8 to 10 hours a day without me. They can have their crabs, but don't take away my Mommy!

Liam's Harem

Sorry, I have written in a while. I been a little busy. That's what happens when you have 5 girlfriends. Heck, even Hugh Hefner only has three girlfriends. And my ladies are much prettier than the Girls Next Door.

This is a picture of me and my girlfriends. From left to right -- Julia, me, Lilly, Georgia, Ella and Clare. Don't you just love Georgia's hair. Or how about how Julia's fashion sense -- she coordinates her outfit with mine. Lilly is awesome. She's a fighter.

Unfortunately, after the stunt I pulled with Clare and Ella last time they wanted to stay as far away from me as possible. Don't worry... I flashed them my big blue eyes and a coy smile so all is forgiven.

PS. Notice Mommy didn't put that stupid hat on my head this time!