Mine!

The first word out of Liam's mouth this morning. "Mine!"

A few nights ago I let Liam sleep with a blanket. Up until then it's been nothing but him and his trusty hippo in that big ol' crib. I tried a few weeks ago to give him a little receiving blanket, but he outright refused the offer. "No. Bye bye, baby." (which is what blanket sounds like when he says it). Anyway, a few nights ago he was cuddling with the blanket, as always, and instead of throwing it down and saying "bye bye" he grabbed it close when it was time to lay down in his crib. And so - he's got his blanket now.

This morning I went into his room to wake him up in time to eat before we had to take Quinn to school (he must be teething, because he's been sleeping a lot - I know, lucky me!). Anyway, I walked in there, he woke up, stood up, and then very forcefully said, "MINE!" and grabbed his blanket tight.

Later in the morning Liam and I were at the park waiting for Quinn to get out of school. Liam was having so much fun climbing the steps and going down the little slide. Then a little girl came over to that area and he very forcefully yelled out, "NO! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" as he started "running" up the steps. I told him that she can have a turn and he said, "one more. All done." Luckily, that little girl had other plans and took the tunnel away from his precious slide.

This afternoon, after his long nap, I tried to take a picture of Liam with his blanket. A very dramatic, "NO!" was the response I got.


He doesn't turn two until June. But clearly, he's figuring out what it means to be two.