Liam has been really fun and funny lately. I guess it is all part of being two and being adorable! He's starting to talk a lot more (and actually be understandable) and that makes for some fun conversations with him. And I definitely have to watch whatever I do because he imitates EVERYTHING!!
Last week when we took Bailey to pre-k, Liam wanted to use the potty there. For some reason he loves the bathroom at preschool and also the one at Walmart (ICK). Anyway, he goes into the girls' bathroom, stops, walks back to the door, looks at the picture, walks out, and goes into the boys' bathroom! So I follow him in there. I have to take his pants completely off or he can't sit on the toilet, so I do that but I leave his sneakers on. He pees and then goes to the side of the toilet to flush. I laughed so hard when I saw him trying to flush the toilet with his FOOT! He was naked from the waist down except for sneakers and the handle was at about his shoulder height, so it was hilarious to watch him try to do that! Now I know he learned that from me because when we are in a particularly icky bathroom, I will flush with my foot. But for him to try it was just SO funny.
Another adventure this past week was a trip to Publix. Most kids look forward to going to Publix because they get a cookie. Liam can't have the cookies because of his food allergies, so he gets a balloon. He starts getting excited as we near the registers because he knows his balloon is coming. He knows he has to ask nicely to get one and he is pretty good about saying, "Purple balloon, please" (he always asks for purple but he doesn't care what color he gets). This past week we got our balloon as usual and then went to the car. I loaded the bags, put Liam in and buckled him in, pressed the button to close the automatic door, and walked around to my seat. About halfway there, I hear a "POP!" I open the door and there's the baby holding the string with a dead balloon, crying, "balloon pop!" He had the biggest, cutest, most pathetic pout I've ever seen. So I go back around the car, get the baby out, and go back into Publix. He's still carrying the dead balloon and crying, "Balloon pop! Balloon pop!" As soon as we walked in, the manager came over and said, "Oh, no! What happened to your balloon?" And Liam replies, "Balloon pop!" So the manager went over to get him another balloon. Meanwhile Liam is telling everyone who walks by "balloon pop" in a tearful voice. It was so sad and so cute at the same time.
Finally, vacuuming with Liam is like an extreme sport. I have to vacuum every two or three days because the kids bring home so much MULCH from the playground that it just gets everywhere. Liam likes to "help" so he follows me around with the corn popper. He likes to race ahead of me into a room, then anticipate my move and "vacuum" that spot first before I can get to it! He'll crash his vacuum into mine, too. It's hilarious. It's also really helpful because I know exactly what he's doing while I'm cleaning.
He is definitely in the terrible/terrific twos!
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