Little moments of Liam

Random moments I don't want to forget:

If you ask Liam "what does mommy do?" he will hold his fingers to his nose and mimic honking. Something tells me my Class A sinus infection has gone on too long.

He has an orange hat that says "Remember the Alamo" on it. It belongs to Grandpa Ron, or "choo-choo papa." When we stayed at their house over Thanksgiving he was obsessed with this hat. There are literally dozens of hats all over the house, but he just has to wear this one particular orange hat. Choo-choo papa gave him the hat at Christmas, and he continues to wear it all over our house and out when we do errands. He calls it "choo choo hat" or "papa hat."

He is dramatically fantastically in love with the large box that his tricycle came in (from Grandma and Grandpa Schultz). Some times he hides in it, getting inside and drawing the flaps down on top of him. No one taught him that. The first time he did it, it scared the bejesus out of me. He toddled around the kitchen island while I was cooking and then it was like the disappeared into thin air. I started calling his name and he popped up and said "BOO!" and then disintegrated into gales of laughter. He also loves to be pulled around the house and spun around while in his box. It is a substitute for sledding, which we don't get to do often in Nashville. When he wants to be pulled in his indoor 'box sled' he climbs in and says "box weeee!" or just "weeee! more weeeee!"

He loves kissing things. We got him wooden blocks that have animal faces on them. He likes to take them out one by one and name them (when he can) then for reasons unknown to me, he selects some of them as worthy of a kiss. He names the hippo, bear, giraffe, monkey, and elephant. All the different wild cats get lumped into one. Then he says "stacking" and sometimes builds a tower up, and sometimes puts them all down next to each other in a big lined up row. Usually when he's done making the long row he says "choo choo!" and pushes them forward until they fall one by one off the end of the coffee table.

He also continues to love kissing "Santy!" the tall, lean, black santa carving we have from Ghana. I think he will be sad when Santy finally gets packed up in the box for next year.

His new favorite word is "tasty!" which sometimes sounds like "teetee!" if he doesnt quite sneak the "s" sound in there. When he's eating something he likes--roasted red pepper soup or breakfast porridge have been favorites lately--he scrunches up his shoulders, squints his eyes, smiles and says "tasty!"