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.

My Wicked Awesome Boston Trip: Part 2

Welcome back! Here's Part 2 of my magical mystery tour of Boston:

The ladies and I took a little trip to the Children's Museum in dowtown Boston.

Apparently, I'm not a big fan of portholes.

Bubbles on the other hand are quite fascinating.

Wow that's a real fancy bubble there Auntie Liz. Wanna know what I really think of it?

SPLAT!

Oh really? You think you can just blow a bubble in my face and expect me to just sit here and take it? HOW DARE YOU!

POW!

I see...haven't learned your lesson eh? Well TAKE THIS!!

ZOK! That'll teach her to blow bubbles again.

Speaking of bubbles, here's mom and me underwater.

Just checking out the putting green. My short game needs some work.

Aren't we supposed to use a club to put it in the hole? Ah the trusty old hand wedge. My favorite club.

Well hello there you handsome devil. My shadow and I regularly have pose-offs. It always ends in a tie.

The girls and I made our television debut in an episode of Arthur. Unfortunately Gracie tragically lost her legs during filming.

I found this purple ball while cruisin' for chicks out on the dance floor.

This tube was easily my favorite part. I could crawl back and forth all I wanted and no parents could get to me.

I met up with Big Papi for lunch. He wanted my autograph. Instead I gave him this sweet denim jacket.

And what trip to the museum is complete without a little stroll through a refugee camp?

Thanks to my Boston peeps for showing me a great time! Love you guys! Unfortunately, I got a bad cold and had to come home early. Hopefully, that's the last time that happens.

My Wicked Awesome Boston Trip: Part 1

I just got back from my most recent trip to Beantown. Here are the highlights:

Boy, the leg room on these planes keeps getting smaller and smaller.

For my friend Tina I demostrated what it takes to be a Harlem Globetrotter/Greatest Basketball Player of All Time. Most importantly, you need to have a taste for the ball. Literally.

Secondly, you need cool kicks and mad dribblin' skillz like these.

You also need to have charisma and look good out on the court to get the crowd on your side.

It's often critical to test out the nets just to make sure they can stand up to my barrage of jumpshots.

It's also vital to have a winning picture smile for autograph photos. I'm a PTP'er baby! A real diaper dandy!

Again, don't forget to taste the ball.

I should probably taste this blue one too. That'll do.

So here's reason numero uno that I went to Boston: to visit my cousins. As you can see they look exactly the same as last time. Really amazing how they haven't changed a bit.

1,2,3...Pose off! I win. What can I say? I'm the cutest, I always win.

Maddog.

Hannah Banana.

Grace face.

Gracie and Hannah were nice enough to share their food with me.

Maddie on the other hand takes her food a little too seriously.

Here's my new friend Bailey and me as we audition for Newsies. "Santa Fe...are you there?...Do you swear you won't forget me..." Move over Christian Bale, there's a new leading man in town.

One of my favorite games was to sneak up on Bailey while he was sleeping...

And BAM! Give him the flying elbow to the throat! Works everytime.

Mommy bought me my first Sox hat. I'm a proud member of Red Sox Nation.

Look out for Part 2 of my Boston trip coming soon!