<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:04:36.450-07:00</updated><category term='Liam'/><title type='text'>"Hang on Guys": Quoting Liam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-9026805524660608090</id><published>2008-04-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:04:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocoholics Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Liam as been seduced by the dark side....chocolate! I think he has always preferred chocolate...I think back to his first &lt;a href="http://wentzmania.com/Gallery/october?page=2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; when he ate all the chocolate and left the gummy worms, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; for mom and dad. Since he is better able to express himself now I have noticed more and more his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preference&lt;/span&gt; for chocolate. The kicker came when I gave him a cookie that a friend made (I had also had a cookie so I knew they were delicious) and he wasted no time in digging the chocolate chips out of the cookie and leaving the crumbs on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we were talking about what his friend at day care likes and what Liam likes. Liam said that his friend W. liked jelly. I asked if Liam liked jelly. He said in his cheery voice, "I love chocolate!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-9026805524660608090?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/9026805524660608090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/9026805524660608090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocoholics-anonymous.html' title='Chocoholics Anonymous'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-6443264346648998995</id><published>2008-01-16T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:38:14.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger and bigger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/R46iU4brzEI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y-ysGm6er34/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156237103015382082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/R46iU4brzEI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y-ysGm6er34/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son is desperate to get bigger....you see, he is a Spider-man fan. He hasn't seen the movies or TV shows. His love of Spidey comes from his day care friends and the ability to buy just about anything with the superhero's face on it. I mistakenly bought (an impulse purchase-bad mommy!) a DVD called, "Spider-man: The New Animated Series."  Little did I know that this animated series was not appropriate for children. (I realize that not all animated shows are for children...my husband and I watch The Simpsons, and King of the Hill, etc. ) Liam saw one of the Spidey episodes from the DVD until I turned it off and said it was too big for him. He continues to ask to see the show. I continually tell him, "when you get bigger". Which in my mind is when he is 35! Of course, the little tyke does not realize what I mean by bigger...yes, I phrased it poorly. He seems to have taken this getting bigger business as a challenge...he frequently comments about how much bigger he is. He can easily reach the top of the banister now, he can put his coat on and zip it by himself, he can sit on the tub and his feet touch the floor. Recently, he asked if he could watch his Spiderman movie. "Not until you get bigger," I say. "It is taking too long to get bigger", he cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Good news for Liam! I found that some sellers on amazon.com have the 1990's version of Spider-man from FoxKids. I just purchased one and am waiting anxiously for it to come. I will probably preview it first this time. Hopefully, it will be just the right size for Liam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-6443264346648998995?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/6443264346648998995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/6443264346648998995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2008/01/bigger-and-bigger.html' title='Bigger and bigger!'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/R46iU4brzEI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y-ysGm6er34/s72-c/IMG_2731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-830796515656658881</id><published>2007-11-20T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:04:22.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Listening is Fundamental</title><content type='html'>The Husband is taking classes toward a degree.  He has class every other Thursday.  The Husband headed off to class the other night and while hugging each other goodbye Liam asked, "You going to class, Daddy?"  "You going to listen?"  Hmmm...do you think we talk A LOT about listening in our house??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Husband returned from class Liam had two questions for him.  "You have fun?"  "You listen, Daddy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-830796515656658881?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/830796515656658881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/830796515656658881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/listening-is-fundamental.html' title='Listening is Fundamental'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-2154339955461938825</id><published>2007-11-07T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:03:42.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why is he sad?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/Aiq-M5Yvly4'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are forced to listen to top 40 radio then you've probably heard The Plain White Tee's song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8"&gt;"Hey there, Delilah". &lt;/a&gt;  Liam and I were in the car and this song was playing when he asked, "Why is he so sad?" After listening to the song a few seconds so I could remember what it was about, I said, "He misses his girlfriend." "Girlfriend? What's a girlfriend?" Oh crap! I'm sure I came up with a brilliant answer...or more likely I said, "Look, there's a digger!" or something like that in order the change the topic. This morning Liam was playing his guitar (he got a real one...with strings... for his birthday) when he said, "Watch mom, I'm playing a sad song." I'm not sure what made it sad compared to his other songs but I enjoy that he is feeling out the difference between a sad song and a happy song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-2154339955461938825?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2154339955461938825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=2154339955461938825' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/2154339955461938825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/2154339955461938825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-he-sad.html' title='&amp;quot;Why is he sad?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-7056281483821102170</id><published>2007-09-27T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:52:05.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiggles - Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ECj4-NfvgCM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ECj4-NfvgCM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I'd share one of Liam's favorite songs.  He will strum along on his guitar to this song.  He's even told the Wiggles to stop so he can get his guitar (they are on broadcast TV while he is watching so we can't pause or stop them).  I wish the songs weren't so catchy...I find myself singing this song in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-7056281483821102170?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7056281483821102170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=7056281483821102170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7056281483821102170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7056281483821102170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/wiggles-toot-toot-chugga-chugga-big-red_27.html' title='The Wiggles - Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-411244983411697061</id><published>2007-09-26T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:54:16.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Liam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14203280@N06/1444176836/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1027/1444176836_b846b407ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14203280@N06/1444176836/"&gt;Baby Liam&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/14203280@N06/"&gt;Liams Mom 2004&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Liam's foster mother sent us a bunch of pictures from when he was in her care.  Here's the cutie as a little baby.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-411244983411697061?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/411244983411697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=411244983411697061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/411244983411697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/411244983411697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-liam.html' title='Baby Liam'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1027/1444176836_b846b407ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-275692925460587014</id><published>2007-09-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:41:41.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>How's your sense of 'mell?</title><content type='html'>We are teaching Liam to pray before supper.  Yesterday he said, "no 'melling, no eating, and no drinking, right dad?"  You see, Dad has often had to remind him that we don't eat or drink during the prayer.  The other day Dad reminded Liam that we aren't supposed to eat during the prayer and Liam replied, "I'm not eating, I (s)melling."  Thus, the addition of no smelling to the list of things not to do during the prayer.  I can just see what other no-noes will be added to the list in the future.  "No 'melling, no eating, no drinking, no putting the fork up my nose, no throwing food, no hanging off the back of mom's chair, right dad?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-275692925460587014?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/275692925460587014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=275692925460587014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/275692925460587014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/275692925460587014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/hows-your-sense-of-mell.html' title='How&apos;s your sense of &apos;mell?'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-7913654790701114427</id><published>2007-09-18T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:10:55.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Good thing we have neighbors!</title><content type='html'>Liam was telling one of his teachers that he wished she could come to his house.  She said, "I don't know where you live."  He replied, "I live next to my neighbors."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-7913654790701114427?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7913654790701114427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=7913654790701114427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7913654790701114427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7913654790701114427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-thing-we-have-neighbors.html' title='Good thing we have neighbors!'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-979407868331963104</id><published>2007-09-11T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:46:33.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Just be careful!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how much a young person has to learn in order to stay alive in the world.  Most 2-3 year olds don't realize they shouldn't jump from the top of the climber, or that they shouldn't run out into the street, or that they shouldn't put a cordless screwdriver up their nose.  Parents(and other caregivers) have to constantly remind the little tykes to "be careful".  Apparently, we and the good ladies at day care are drilling it into Liam's head because he often comments on how he is "becarefuling" when crossing a parking lot, or climbing a climber, or tearing toilet paper off the roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-979407868331963104?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/979407868331963104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=979407868331963104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/979407868331963104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/979407868331963104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-be-careful.html' title='Just be careful!'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-2766408907140841131</id><published>2007-08-14T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:57:09.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Alarming!</title><content type='html'>Boofs, farts, toots, breaking wind, passing gas, cutting the cheese, flatulence.  Call them what you will but Liam now calls them "my alarm".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-2766408907140841131?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2766408907140841131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=2766408907140841131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/2766408907140841131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/2766408907140841131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-alarming.html' title='How Alarming!'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-373462500919228250</id><published>2007-08-08T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:28:42.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>I want fries with that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/RrnZEc8NRsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5e-diusdEA/s1600-h/liamfries[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343123857852098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/RrnZEc8NRsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5e-diusdEA/s320/liamfries%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam has an interesting appetite sometimes. Back in June we went to the EARLY morning balloon launch taking place during &lt;a href="http://www.rochesterfest.com/"&gt;Rochesterfest&lt;/a&gt;. This is the second year we've attended and we've enjoyed it very much...that's probably because we aren't awake enough to realize what we are doing. Did I mention it was EARLY?!? &lt;br /&gt;After the balloons take off we like to go to a restaurant for breakfast before we head home to go back to bed. We talked to Liam about what we might have...he mentioned pancakes and applesauce (something he has often at day care) and I'm thinking that sounds pretty good. But then he mentions that he wants macaroni and fries and ketchup. We stall the way parents do and mention that we aren't sure this restaurant has that. Walking to the restaurant we are trying to distract him from the whole macaroni and fries and ketchup idea by talking up pancakes or french toast. The minute he sees the hostess who is going to seat us he says (in the breathless way little kids talk sometimes), "I want macaroni and fries and ketchup". Luckily, he is so cute that they readily agreed to make him what he wanted to eat at 7:30 a.m.  After breakfast is over and we are driving home all of a sudden we hear from the back seat, "I want pancakes and applesauce!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-373462500919228250?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/373462500919228250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=373462500919228250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/373462500919228250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/373462500919228250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-fries-with-that.html' title='I want fries with that'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CDYUm-jAP0/RrnZEc8NRsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5e-diusdEA/s72-c/liamfries%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-6512295349559388348</id><published>2007-07-26T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:58:47.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>How old is he?</title><content type='html'>Is he 2.75 years old or 12.75 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of recent conversations that seem to prove that my little boy is 2 going on 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:*singing* "Fruit salad, yummy yummy" (Hey, your music selection changes when you become a parent. I blame the &lt;a href="http://www.thewiggles.com/au/home/"&gt;Wiggles&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam: Mommy, you like the Wiggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam: *whispers* Oh. (Why does he have to sound like hat he has to find another group to like because the Wiggle CAN'T be cool if mom likes them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A different conversation.&lt;/p&gt;Me: What did you do at school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam: Nuffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I can only imagine the responses I'll get when he is actually 12! Oh, and he's already working on the eye rolling! Lord help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-6512295349559388348?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6512295349559388348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=6512295349559388348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/6512295349559388348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/6512295349559388348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-old-is-he.html' title='How old is he?'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167792680477350455.post-7730008397431835240</id><published>2007-07-17T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:38:53.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Wondering about boogers</title><content type='html'>Liam and I were reading stories the other day and he pointed out something very interesting about Tigger, Pooh, and Roo. Liam asked, "Why don't they have these?" and pointed to his nostrils. Then he asked, "How do they get their boogers out?" Liam, on the other hand, doesn't have trouble getting his boogers out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167792680477350455-7730008397431835240?l=quotingliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7730008397431835240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167792680477350455&amp;postID=7730008397431835240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7730008397431835240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167792680477350455/posts/default/7730008397431835240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotingliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/wondering-about-boogers.html' title='Wondering about boogers'/><author><name>Lemmings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457688770635195931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
