3 month check-in

Liam turned 3 months old today. This means no more having to remember how many weeks it was since the doctor sliced me open. Since we didn't have a doctor's appointment this month I had to take his measurements. This means that they may not be accurate in the slightest.

Weight: 15 pounds
Height: 24.25 inches
Clothes size: 3-6 month; but some 6-9 months already fit him

Liam's likes:
Drooling
Grabbing hold of things
Flying baby
The color orange

Liam's dislikes:
Alarm clocks
Vitamins
When Daddy is away on business

Sleeping

I just love to sleep on my tummy.

I keep telling Mommy that the "Back to Sleep" campaign was cooked up by the damn communists. Tired babies lead to tired parents. And tired parents mean less consumerism. Less consumerism means a slower economy. Well, you know the rest.

But she just looks at me and says "No honey, 'Back to Sleep' came after the Cold War. That's why I was able to enjoy many happy nights on my tummy as baby. Now, learn to roll over! Only then can I put you on your tummy to sleep!"

Cubs Clinch

Didya hear? The Cubs clinched the NL Central championship yesterday! That means we are one more step closer to the World Series.

Mommy tells me that I should temper my expectations. Something about a curse... and a 100-year drought.

But I say, the Cubs have rocked throughout my entire lifetime! So I'm not going to let these sourpusses ruin my fun.

All we need is to keep getting Ws in the month of October! Since I don't have a white W flag, I must do my own interpretation of the W.

In case you are wondering, we are going to retire this onesie and bring out new ones for the playoffs. That's great because this one is way too tight now. It may have swam on me when I came home from the hospital, but now it restricts my ability to cheer. And that's not cool!

Happy 1092!

Last month we celebrated an historic event in the Loos household -- the 91 birthday of my great-
grandmother Ethel. That's 1090 more months than I have even been alive! Everyone calls her Big Nana, but don't get it. She's not that big. Mommy tells me that were two Nanas when she was my age. One could do big things -- like drive, curse, and live in the big city (that's New York for those who don't know). And one could not. I still don't get it, but whatever.

Here is a picture of me and my cousins -- Justing and Bryan -- wishing Nana a happy birthday. Boy, did that cake look good. But I didn't even get to have one small bite. Nana said that I didn't have any teeth to eat it with. But I'm sure it could have gummed it.

I also got to meet my uncle Roger for the first time. He's pretty cool. But he lives in North Carolina so I don't know when I'll get to see him again. Roger and his girlfriend Hannah got me a very cute outfit and a book that I like to put in my mouth!

The one thing that I have learned about family get-togethers are that they are loud!!! Just wait to I reach my full lung potential, I'm sure that I can make them louder.

Play Time, Part 2!

Here's some more play time... Daddy recorded some of my play sessions this evening. Apparently, I was having some fun. Mommy and Daddy are very amused that I've figured out that rocking and kicking in the bouncy chair makes the music and lights turn on, and it also rocks the chair.


When Mommy and Daddy first put me in the chair, I didn't much like it. But nowadays, I think it rocks!

Play Time!

Yeah Boy!

So I realized recently that I hadn't introduced my new guy friend. That's right it's not all about the ladies anymore. I mean the girls are great, but sometimes you just need a bud to talk to. Someone who understands what it's like to a boy in this pink-frilled baby world.



This is Owen. He's pretty cool. He's ultra-serious though. That's why I decided to show him how to chill. Also he's not as familiar with the opposite sex, so I taught him a few of my classic moves. See, he's taking it all in... I am like an Obi Wan to his Luke.

Damn! Look at him move in on my girl Georgia. That's just not right, man. Seriously, uncool!

Well, at least, we know he's a good student. Much better than that whiny Luke boy.

Hey, Mommy just reminded me that I have Uncle named Owen. I hope he doesn't try to steal my girl too! Wait, Mommy said that Uncle Owen is a one-woman man now. I can't wait to meet my Uncle Owen next month. Maybe he can teach me a few new tricks with the ladies since it seems I might a have some competition now.

I love my Grammy

This picture is a little old, but I thought it was befitting. I must apologize for my absence online -- my routine has changed a bit. Now, I spend a lot of time with my Grammy.

Apparently, Mommy has gone back to work. So this means that most days it's just me and Grammy. And she is not a big Internet person. In fact, Daddy says that she is surrounded by an anti-technology bubble. I don't know about that. I know that she surrounds me with luvs and hugs. Thank you, Grammy!

Then when Mommy and Daddy come home we play. By the time we finishing playing, I'm too tired to go on the Internet. I try to get Mommy to let me do my blog posts in the middle of the night, but she keeps telling me that I should sleep then. I keep trying and she keeps fighting it. Last week, I woke her up twice every night. But each night, she refused to let me blog. She might be right -- my late night posts would probably be just pure jibberish.

Go Team Go!

So this summer I watched a lot of Olympics. Did you see Michael Phelps win all those medals? Well, I did. I also watched Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh kick some serious butt... you gotta love those uniforms! Oh, the men's beach volleyball team wasn't too bad either... they just weren't as pretty to watch.

After watching gymnastics, soccer and swimming every night, I went through a bit of withdrawal when the Olympics was all over. To make matters worse, the Cubbies started to slump at exactly the same time. Better now than in October, right? I love cheering and feel out of practice.

Anyway, today is my first football Sunday. I have slept through most of it... trying to conserve my energy for the big game tonight. Bears vs. Colts. Daddy is a Bears fan. Mommy is a Colts fan. I haven't decided what I am yet. Do you have any opinions?