Happy Halloween from a Semi-Happy Puppy

Already missing my baby...

I love everyday with Liam.  Everyday he gets a little bit smarter, a little bit cuter, a little more personality, a little more fun to be around.  BUT... everyday he gets a little bigger, a little bit taller and a little less "little baby."

I'm torn between wanting to watch him evolve and grow into the mini man he's becoming and wanting to keep him small enough to cradle in one arm. 

Unfortunately, I don't have a choice.  I can't stop time. 

So, for today's post--a picture of me and Liam at 1 day old, when he could still fit in the crook of my arm.  I love you burrito.

Best Invention Ever

If I HAVE to work late, this is the way to do it:

Homecoming!

Last weekend, Liam went to his first football game--my high school's homecoming.  My brother, Joel, was inducted into the Athletic Hall of Fame, so the Pelton family came together to cheer him on as he accepted his award on the 50 yard line.

Liam was a TROUPER.  He is usually in bed by 8pm.  8:30 is pushing it.  Yet, he held it together until 11:30pm.  Don't ask me how the following day was...I don't want to remember it.  But on Friday night, he was a star.

He was ready to brave the cold weather with his new outfit his Grammy Kratz bought him.  Isn't he a doll?

Coming home.

I love coming home to him.

3 months

Liam: 

You are three months.

You are, by far, the sweetest child I know.

You are sixteen pounds, twenty-four inches.

You are a drooler.

You have discovered your hands.  You reach them straight out in front of you, look at them for a while and then bring them right into your mouth.  You would prefer to get your whole fist in your mouth, but settle for the back of your hand (its nice and fatty), your thumb, or a combination of either two or four fingers.  Basically--whatever can fit in your mouth.  

Once, you tried to suck your thumb while you were eating.   You got pretty frustrated that you couldn't multitask.

Your cheeks weigh down your whole face.  And they are unbelievably kissable.

Your wrists look like they have rubber bands on them.

Your squeal is so high pitched, I'm sure you are communicating with dolphins or dogs.

You are the noisiest sleeper I know.

You sleep 11 hours straight a night (at least for the past four nights--let's keep this up!!)

You sneeze often, and always two sneezes in a row.

You burp louder and longer than a grown man.

You recognize your favorite faces and follow us with your eyes around the room.

When we aren't paying attention to you, you let us know :)

You love singing.  You prefer worship music to any other genre.

You have no interest in rolling over.

You aren't allowed to watch TV, but whenever we pass by one you are glued to it.

You can hold on to toys, but get bored with them very quickly.

Your favorite "talking spot" is on your changing pad.

You LOVE to kick and watch your feet move.

You like being read to and looking at the bright colors.

You grunt like a bear, squirm like a worm and squeal like a piggy.

You love your baths and have one every night.

You smell like heaven.

You are so happy.

You make me so happy.

You make your daddy so happy.

We love you to the moon and back.

love, love, love his smile

he's still not so sure about mr. fox

He's on the TSA "No-Fly" List