Since I saw him last, Liam (along with identical twin Dylan) is walking and starting to talk. Both are obsessed with brooms, mops, and the vacuum cleaner, which means I was extremely tempted to bring one of them home with me. Heather and Kevin don't really need two copies of the same kid, right?? Liam also has a talent I have not seen before. He drinks from a bottle like this:
He manages to empty the bottle without tipping it up. When this picture was taken, we were trying to encourage Liam to mellow out with his pre-nap bottle. He wasn't having any of it until he picked up his black camouflage hoodie and positioned it on my head. Once he was satisfied it was going to stay there, he got serious about drinking his milk. After a few minutes, when the milk coma appeared to be kicking in, I removed the hoodie. Liam stopped drinking, gave me the eye, and said, "Hat." I put the hoodie back on my head, Liam smirked and resumed drinking, and I kept my 'hat' in place until Liam was escorted to his crib.
Maybe Mike's family and Kevin's happen to carry similarly impish genetic traits. Yeah, that's it.
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