When Liam was a baby I would look at his precious face as he lay in my arms and imagine what he would be like when he was 1, 2, 5, 8, 10.....I could almost hear his first word "momma". Okay...so dadda was his first word...but you get my point. I tried to picture his crawl (thankgoodness we have that on video!), his first tottering steps...all the firsts. More recently I wondered what his first people would look like. At one point I even wondered if there would ever be anything more than chaotic scribbles. Well, we have reached another first and as with all the others he has not let me down! Introducing the first people. And in case you are wondering, the top picture is our family. I am not sure who are in the bottom picture. I do however vaguely remember him rattling off names. I am glad to see that all his people are happy...though that one with the huge eyes is a little disturbing. So far I am having a hard time getting these people on to paper. But I imagine very soon the walls will be plastered with my budding Picasa's artwork!
And when you are not busy drawing you can sculpt. What else would you do with a couple bananas and medical tape? Admit it...you've thought about doing this before!
And this.
Another piece of still art.
Liam has found a new interest. Though he is still very fond of trains and balls. Lego's and Matchbox cars, or any car for that matter have been doing a little encroaching on the scene...but even cars are being pushed to the side for.....wait for it......wait for it.........I blame his dad for this one........TRASHIES!
Liam has found a new interest. Though he is still very fond of trains and balls. Lego's and Matchbox cars, or any car for that matter have been doing a little encroaching on the scene...but even cars are being pushed to the side for.....wait for it......wait for it.........I blame his dad for this one........TRASHIES!
He's got 21 of these fun loving little rubber things. They come in trash cans. Hence the name Trashies I suppose. Had I been in the store with them that day I would not have let Liam get them. But then I have little interest in things that are in the process of decaying, or falling apart. It must be a boy thing. Some of them really have me puzzled...like what the heck is that red thing!!??
A month or two ago I posted about a family situation. Due to that we will not be having Thanksgiving with family this year. At first I thought about letting that really get me down. I come upon every holiday with a Norman Rockwell idea in my mind. They never turn out like the pictures. So I came to realize that Norman Rockwell was just a painter. A very good one but sadly not real life. Not for me at least. I had tossed around making the whole thing for us alone or going out. It was suggested that I find someone else who will be alone. I just didn't really know how to go about doing that. But we did get two invites. My friend Susan invited us (Thank you Susan) but after she warned that her father in law will probably not be too pleasant I decided that that might not be the best option. Especially considering Craig seems to have an aversion to groups of people he doesn't know. We also got an invite from two ladies (sisters in law) at my Bible study. They are part of a large local family that holds get togethers at the Baptist church here in town. Tonight Craig gave me the go ahead to accept that invitation! I think the best part of this is that Liam will have a bunch of kids right around his age to play with. I have a friend whose family has nearly disintegrated. She told me that sometimes you have to look at family differently. That maybe friends can be family. That is a hard one for me but at least for Thanksgiving friends will be family. And a day of fun memories will be made for a little boy who I want to fill with wonderful memories. So all is good!
I will leave you with a Liamism: Liam will sometimes take on words he hears on tv. Like when he watches Peppa Pig...he will say words with a British accent. Really cute! Well somewhere he heard "speaking of". Now it is not uncommon during the day to hear him say "speaking of, I am hungry"..."speaking of. I need to go doo doo", speaking of, will you build track with me?"
Speaking of...it's late and my eyes are heavy...nighty night.
A month or two ago I posted about a family situation. Due to that we will not be having Thanksgiving with family this year. At first I thought about letting that really get me down. I come upon every holiday with a Norman Rockwell idea in my mind. They never turn out like the pictures. So I came to realize that Norman Rockwell was just a painter. A very good one but sadly not real life. Not for me at least. I had tossed around making the whole thing for us alone or going out. It was suggested that I find someone else who will be alone. I just didn't really know how to go about doing that. But we did get two invites. My friend Susan invited us (Thank you Susan) but after she warned that her father in law will probably not be too pleasant I decided that that might not be the best option. Especially considering Craig seems to have an aversion to groups of people he doesn't know. We also got an invite from two ladies (sisters in law) at my Bible study. They are part of a large local family that holds get togethers at the Baptist church here in town. Tonight Craig gave me the go ahead to accept that invitation! I think the best part of this is that Liam will have a bunch of kids right around his age to play with. I have a friend whose family has nearly disintegrated. She told me that sometimes you have to look at family differently. That maybe friends can be family. That is a hard one for me but at least for Thanksgiving friends will be family. And a day of fun memories will be made for a little boy who I want to fill with wonderful memories. So all is good!
I will leave you with a Liamism: Liam will sometimes take on words he hears on tv. Like when he watches Peppa Pig...he will say words with a British accent. Really cute! Well somewhere he heard "speaking of". Now it is not uncommon during the day to hear him say "speaking of, I am hungry"..."speaking of. I need to go doo doo", speaking of, will you build track with me?"
Speaking of...it's late and my eyes are heavy...nighty night.