10 Months!!!

Many great ones have worn the #10. Pele, Maradona, Messi. Well move over punks, there's a new #10 in town. King Liam - 10 months old. Dig it.

10 months and already operating a fire truck ladder. I'm a savant when it comes to heavy machinery.

Excuse me for a second while I flex for these pics. Wait a minute...what is that?

Oh, it's my feet! Man these feet are amazing. I can grab them, walk on them, kick balls with them, kick parents in the face with them, kick unsuspecting squirrels with them...

And in case you were wondering, these feet are delicious.

Seriously guys, you gotta try these baby feet. I competed on Top Chef and served my feet on a plate. The judges immediately declared me the winner. The network suits weren't pleased with the one episode season.

Stupid Top Chef network execs.

Royals Shmoyals

Do you remember where you were during the Royal Wedding? I do. I was wearing pj's in my living room trying to convince Mom that watching Horton Hears a Who is a much better use of our time than watching 8 hours of pomp and circumstance. I mean HELLLOOOO Mom, who cares about a boring old prince getting married when you've got King Liam's wedding coming up in oh...20-30 years. Cause guess what? (SPOILER ALERT!!!) It will be the Wedding of the Millenium!!! Get used to it people.

Oh yeah? Well my royal carriage will be a solid gold diamond encrusted monster truck drawn by unicorns. Top that Prince William!

Liam be walkin' (sorta)

I got a new way to walk (walk walk). All I needed was some wheels. Check the technique:

My Aunt Kelly correctly pointed out that I am practicing playing dead at the end of this video.

In other news, I also enjoy pounding on our storm door and smashing my face against the glass:

I'm in a glass case of emotion!

Oh and also I grew horns:

Ox horns to be precise. They usually come in around this age.

Playin' the spoons

Sometimes when I'm feeling extra generous I bother to help do some chores around the house. Really my daily chores are to mess up/destroy the house as much as possible. Cleaning is not technically supposed to be in my repertoire yet. But I'm advanced for my age. Anyway, my favorite chore is to unload the dishwasher. By unload the dishwasher I mean dump the clean silverware out on the floor and drag them around until they're good and dirty again. I also like to make sure the dishwasher door is sturdy by pounding on it as hard as possible. Aren't I helpful?

Welcome Asha!

The Godfather and Fairy Godmother recently stole a baby. Ok they didn't steal a baby, they were graciously blessed with a baby through the miracle of adoption and I am super excited for them. Mostly because I have a new playmate/someone smaller than me that I can poke in the eye. Her name is Asha.

This is my new friend Asha.

She says hi.

These are her way too excited parents.

You know what Asha's favorite game is?

It's when I sneak up on her and pull her hair.

Ok maybe not. Women.

9 months!

Again, this post is a little late, but it's worth the wait. 9 months baby! That means I've been alive longer outside my mom than I was inside my mom. Weird, huh?

I'm trying not to flex in this picture to be less intimidating to all you people who weren't as physically blessed as I am...but it's just not working.

Here's one of my favorite pastimes. Playing with colorful plastic objects.

I'm sorry ladies, but the lifesize poster version of this picture is currently out of stock.

This is me giving my mom the stinkeye cause I'm not too happy with her art direction on this photoshoot.

Umm, can I be done now so I can play with this ball?

Thanks. Later! (By the way, check out my first tooth coming in!)

Do you want to see more of my toys?

This is my new toy cart. I like to stand by it and bludgeon it with wooden blocks.

Let's see what else can I show you...

I learned how to smoke. Got a light?

Apparently Pops doesn't appreciate my smoking habit.

All the cool kids are doing it Dad! Why do you always have to ruin my life!!

Fine you wanna be like that?

Then I'm gonna eat your lens cap. That'll teach you.

My first fist fight

So there I was minding my own business when I crawled by a mirror and saw this kid just staring at me. "What are you looking at tough guy?" I scowled. But he just mimicked me like the juvenile monkey that he is. "Oh REAL mature buddy. Grow up!" But he just wouldn't drop it. "Fine! You want a piece of this? COME AND GET IT!" We both charged at each other. There was a bit of a scuffle. A brouhaha you might say. In the end I cut my nose on the edge of the mirror. My first war wound! That's ok though. You should have seen the other guy.

Trust me, you don't wanna mess with this big boy.