Fear and Loathing In The Diaper Pail

So earlier I mentioned that Liam takes several trips to the bathroom in order to put off the inevitable lonely night in his bunk bed covered in dolls and trucks. A couple of nights ago, he tries to make a fourth trip, but by now, he’s got nothin’. He’s just sitting on the pot, waiting, and then looks down and says in this really upbeat, encouraging voice, “Come on pee! Come on! You can do it!”
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Yesterday Liam and I were playing with his GeoTrax train set and as it was heading down a hill, the track collapsed, sending the train and all its unfortunate passengers to their untimely Fisher-Price demise. “Oh NOOO!” I said. “The train crashed! Oh, the humanity!” To which Liam replied, “Mannity? What mannity?”
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I don’t know why this struck me as funny, but today after preschool, Liam was opening up his little trinkets from his class Halloween party and he got a bookmark with a magnifying glass in it. And he goes, “WOW!! That’s AMAZING!!!” This kid is watching too much TV.
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So Lucas is 7 months old now and about 800 pounds. He wears 18-month clothes. The sleeves fit like extra-long sausage casings and he can only wear sweatpants, because we can’t get regular jeans over his fat thighs. But he’s SMART! Today he played peek-a-boo with me, but with HIM doing the hiding. He actually pull his blanket up to his face and then he’d pull it down and smile. I’d say, “Peek-A-Boo!” and he’d laugh and pull the blanket up again. He did this maybe 25 times, so I know it wasn’t a fluke. This little guy knows how to play peek-a-boo! He’s such a smarty fatpants!