Happy Birthday Pops!!

Before y'all get too excited, no today was not my birthday. But, it was my dad's birthday so Feliz Anniversario to him! All he wanted for his birthday was for me to make my arrival but c'mon I'm not gonna go out like that. You think I want to share my special day with that guy?! Ha! Don't make me laugh. My birthday is about me. Period. So get used to it. Not to worry though, I should be here by Friday at the latest and I'll be sure to blog in gruesome detail about the whole experience. In honor of my father here's a pic of him as a baby. My guess is I'll look a little something like this (only much better looking). Enjoy!

My glutes are much firmer than these.

I'm late...I'm late...for a very important date!

Look people I get it. I'm late. Everyone is sooooooo excited to meet me (who can blame them?). I'm sure it's like an Oprah crowd during gift giveaway week out there. So I'm not exactly punctual. If that's my biggest flaw then I consider myself a lucky man. It's not like I'm thrilled about this situation either. Trust me I'd rather be at the welcome home extravaganza than in this joint. It's hot and stuffy in here and it feels like the walls keep contracting in on me. So, I just finished pressing my birthday suit but I'm totally undecided on what tie to wear. Striped? Paisley? Bow tie? Bolo? Any suggestions? Anyway, everyone just calm down and I'll be there as soon as I'm good and ready. Anyone seen my cuff links?!

Let's make like a baby and head out!

Hold on to your party hats commoners; King Liam will soon be gracing you with his presence!!! Just like Diana Ross, “I’m…coming…out!” And by that I don’t mean out of the closet. It’s almost time for my grand and glorious entrance into the world! I feel like the little merman leaving my watery kingdom to explore a whole new world of gadgets and gizmos and thingamabobs. Now all I need is a singing lobster. I should make you aware that despite the widespread rumors my birth will not be carried live on network TV. We are however still in negotiations with Us Weekly and People magazine to print my first photo shoot so stay tuned. Technically, I’m supposed to arrive on Thursday but I may just decide to be fashionably late. Don’t you worry though ladies, I’ll soon be here for you to smother me with kisses and Desitin! Leave me a comment and see if you can predict the day and time that I will be born. The person who guesses closest to the correct answer will receive an autographed picture of me and an additional homemade prize of my own choosing (which I may or may not make in my diaper). Good luck!

Motherboy I

So my mom and I decided to do a photoshoot because it's our final week(ish) together. And because we're both really really good looking. What can I say? Far be it from me to deny the world of my beauty. Anyway, here are a few masterpieces. Feel free to blow them up and frame them on your wall. You're welcome.

My mom decided to wear red (isn't she smokin' hot?). I went with my 3-piece herringbone tweed suit with the azure shirt (to bring out my eyes) and matching pocket square.

I'm making the exact same face back at my mom. It felt odd...like looking in a mirror.

USA! USA! USA!

So after a lot of prodding from my Dad, Mom agreed to sit in front of the TV and let me listen to the England v. USA World Cup match. Granted, she spent the entire time "multitasking" (i.e. not watching the game) but I didn't care. It was a fantastic 1-1 result for the Yanks. Wahoo! When the US scored my Mom started crying because my Dad scared her with his loud yelling and dancing around. I was yelling too but she couldn't hear me over my Dad's celebrating. She felt it though when I started jabbing her in the rib with my waving flag and blowing vuvuzela. Anyway, solid start for the US. Keep it up boys!!! Here's some pics of us watching the game:

My Dad was on pins and needles the entire match.

Can you see me cheering?

My Dad was happy that his favorite player Gerrard scored and that USA came back for the draw. A good result all around.

Excuse me Concierge...

I'd like to request a change of accomodations. I'm desperately trying to tune into the World Cup (only the biggest, baddest, most totally awesome sporting event in the world) but your television in this womb only seems to play the Bravo network. If you can't remedy this situation IMMEDIATELY I'm going to have to get out my vuvuzela and start blowing it all day long! You've been warned.