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This kid is dedicated. Twice, I've caught him 4 steps up, trying to hurry before I catch him. So for our third child, we finally put up a gate.

He doesn't let that stop him from trying to get into trouble, like reading Siddartha.

Liam likes not the gate. Translation: "Lemme at those stairs!!!"

I've also updated the Summer 2011 album, should you care to peruse...

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Every night for the past week has been a blur of awakenings as Liam's first teeth worked their way out. He has nursed constantly. I'm not complaining, mind you. Since we're inseparable, it's just been fantastic bonding time. He's been reaching to be picked up for a couple of weeks, but just this weekend he started to wrap his arms around my neck and squeeze.

OMG baby hugs! *dies*

AND! *drum roll* Liam ate real food yesterday. We had a lovely family dinner of salad, steak, and mashed potatoes, and Samuel declared it the best dinner he'd ever had (yes, he's finally overcome his eating issues). Liam tucked into the mashed potatoes with abandon.

Dixon just came up to me and said, "mommy lift your shirt." He's playing doctor, you see. Now he's checked my ears and handed one of my business cards to me, telling me it's my 'scription. His vocabulary is exploding and he's playing all sorts of imaginary and role-playing games.

Two hours later... we've put the crib in our room so we no longer have to break our backs leaning into the cosleeper. I've got my rocking chair back in there now, too, and the couch has been moved up to the boys' room. Clothes have been sorted and all the 0-3 and 3-6 mos clothing has been listed on ebay. And now I'm editing 6000 words with one hand because Liam is (of course) nursing again.

Busy weekend!

One more, because it's so much fun to watch him eat...

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A few nights ago, I posted on FB that Liam was asleep in his own bed. That was short-lived. Two hours' worth of short-lived, in fact. He spends most of every night in bed with me, because heaven forbid he should wake up alone. I didn't set out to have a family bed, but I was never opposed to the idea, either. It just so happens that Liam is the first child for whom it seems to be the best option. I'm game for anything that makes life just a little bit easier these days, especially if it means a few more minutes' sleep.

We may start to see better sleep soon, though, as Liam's first tooth made its appearance today. It hasn't broken through entirely, but I can feel and see it. Now if only he'd start eating, we'd be golden. Maybe he's just too busy to eat, I dunno. He was scooching at 7 months, crawling at 8 months, and cruising a week after that. A week after that, he started climbing the stairs. He's good. Scary good. I bet he's walking by Thanksgiving.

He won't eat damn thing. Nothing makes it past that tongue of his - and if it does, he gacks it out. Nope, nothing but mama milk for this boob fan. And he is a fan. Everything I pump, he eats, and I can't for the life of me build up anything in storage. He nurses so much when I'm home that I can't pump extra. It's nuts.

Alright. I just needed to get that down, since I've been remiss in my journaling. Some day my boys will argue over who I loved more, and they'll point to my journal for proof.
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I wish I had time to write more substantially, but it's more important to me to get this written down so I don't forget.

Liam has been scooch-crawling for about a month. He is now crawling with his belly off the floor AND he is starting to cruise. He is ridiculously fast and always has to be in the thick of things. He wants to do everything his brothers do (except eat real food--I still can't get him to eat).

Samuel is just weeks away from autonomous reading. His new teacher is working with him on -at words this week and he doesn't seem to need much reinforcement. He had it the first day and has kept it up all week without forgetting a thing. He's awfully sharp, smart and perceptive. He's also very high-energy. I have to work on my patience, because I wind up yelling too much... He is argumentative and I'm trying to teach him to obey us without arguing ("But I...!" and "I will after I..." and "Not now..."). I don't want to crush his spirit, but he needs to get in the habit of obeying first, discussing later. I see it as a matter of safety more than anything else, because his impulses could get him hurt or he could hurt his brothers.

It's just fascinating, watching him grow and develop. He's a really great kid and he surprises me all the time.

Dixon is also sharp as a tack and very, very sweet. We're trying to encourage him to start pottying, but he's resistant. Ready, but resistant. I've started him at school with Samuel, but only 1 day a week. When I can afford to send him 3 days, I will, but for now I can only do 1 day. He loves the new school (he was not a fan of the old one) and asks me every day if he can go back.

They always cheer when they get to play with MomMom and PopPop, though. They went fishing on Tuesday, and Dixon caught his first fish. They've gone fishing again today :)

From My Little Fishermen
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I'm journaling so rarely anymore, I feel badly. Mostly because it means that Liam isn't getting the same written attention that Samuel and Dixon received.

To that end, I should note that Liam began to crawl (a highly efficient scooch) at 6 1/2 months and by 7 months (about a week ago), he started to get the hang of sitting up. He babbles "mamama mmmama" and now is dabbling with "ddduh dduh". He learned how to crawl out of the cosleeper, so Jeff raised the side. Now I have to work to bring him into bed with me. It's not difficult, but it means I wake up more than I'd like to, and Liam wakes me several times a night. He dislikes cereal and isn't eating anything else, really, so it's all mamma-milk, all the time. That's fine, I don't mind, but boy am I tired.

On the TMI front (but I want to record it for myself), I still haven't had a real period. At the beginning of June and the beginning of July, there was a 2-day minimal spotting event, but that was it. After Samuel and Dixon, the Flo-free honeymoon only lasted 3 months and ended with an apocalyptic vengeance. I don't know what's going on this time, but am trying not to look this beautiful gift horse in the mouth. Seventeen months and counting!

Dixon is edging into the defiant stage of being 2 years old. He's added "Oh, man!" and "Oh my goodness!" to his repertoire of regular exclamations ("No, mommy! BAD mommy!"). He is still the sweetest little boy I know. One of our favorite things to do is kiss each other. "More tiss mommy! Tiss here, mommy. Now tiss here!" He also loves to sing the alphabet. Over and over and over... :)

Samuel is maturing so fast that I often forget he's still only 4 years old. This is a strange age, with many insecurities, anxieties, and challenges for him. Overall, he's doing really well, though. Even at his worst he's still a great kid. He's a fan of Mumford & Sons and of Paul Simon, and has asked me to put a couple of albums on his mp3 player. We dance and sing in the car on the way to Pre-K. Of course, "Little Lion Man" is his favorite, so let's just hope he doesn't pick up all the lyrics.

Alright, time to stop rambling for now. See, if I wrote a little every day, I wouldn't have this pileup in my brain. Gotta work on that.

Off to pump!
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A warm baby on your chest is a great sleep aid, until he startles and scares the bejeezus out of you.

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