Thursday, October 14, 2010
Liam Piper: 17 Months
Oh, Liam Piper. I cannot believe you are already 17 months. At least you aren't yet 18 months because that just sounds big. You are such a joy and the stealer of many hearts. I pray that you are always so sweet-natured, cheerful, and full of life.
You spend your days running all over the house. I have to be cautious of keeping the bathroom doors closed at all times or you will be in the toilets or trashcans. You love to read books, almost as much as Nora does. You will either sit contentedly and read to yourself, or bring several books to the little white table and read there, or--my favorite--hunt Momma down to sit in my lap while I read the same book to you over and over.
You love to be outside. If Momma or Daddy mentions playing in the backyard, you are so zealous to be the first out the door. You have a new obsession with shoes, particularly your blue crocs (which are nearly too small, but we're making it work since you love them dearly). You want to be so big, yet you are not quite there. Nora can climb the big hill in our back yard all by herself, and though you try, you can't quite get there without assistance. Oh, how mad that makes you!
Although you are sweet, we are learning that you are very stubborn. Daddy says you are like him in that way. Your latest thing is that when Momma tells you to "Come," you take off running in the opposite directions, laughing like it's the greatest joke. I struggle with laughing at you because of your cuteness, but I know you are not doing what is right.
You love to talk. We can hardly understand your jabber most times, but you are passionate about what you say. Lately, you get frustrated because we can't understand when you are trying to communicate something. Tempers flair and fits take place, but you'll get there, Buddy, you'll get there.
Whenever Nora is in trouble, you are right there. Curious. Concerned. Looking out for your Big Sister. You will be a protector, I think.