That gatorade picture nicely exhibits Liam's personality. He went on a strike the last few days where he didn't want to drink absolutely any milk (or anything else) at all. He wasn't fussy about it but he just wouldn't drink it. The only thing he wanted to drink was gatorade, and not out of a sippy cup, but out of the original bottle. Maybe because he sees mom and dad drink it or maybe because he thinks he's beyond milk now, we don't know. So here is a picture of him standing on the counter top (yes, also upon his insistence)and drinking a days worth of fluids in gatorade. Also note the patient, all-knowing gleam in his eye, as if he has just granted special permission for dad to have a photo-op with him.
We got some craigslist furniture this week so we played a bit of musical chairs with our furniture. Brady figured that it was easier to bring the furniture outside and through the back door than get it through the house. I helped him move the hide a bed and I am quite proud of myself for doing it. I kinda whimped out after that and so Brady figured out how he could move them by himself.
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don't worry, kids who don't drink milk turn out just fine. ;)
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