November 13

It was an overcast fall day. I was in a skirt kind of mood, so I put one on, with a pair of tights. Liam walks into the bedroom after I was done getting dressed and stopped in his tracks and stares at my legs.
Liam: "Momma, what is that brown...?"
Me: "Those are my tights."
Liam: "I like those tights. I like you brown. They are beautiful."
Wow, two and he's already learning to get in good with the ladies by complementing their clothes.

Liam decided to pretend to go swimming in the bathtub this evening. Before he started he lined all the bath toys up on the side of the tub; boats, rubber duckies, walruses, submarines. He pretends to dive into the water and splashes around.
Liam "I'm swimming, Momma, I'm Michael Phelps."
He gestures to all the things lined up so carefully on the tub, "These are my medals."
Me: "How did you get your medals?"
Liam: "Gold Medals, Momma."
Me: "How did you get your gold medals, Liam?"
Liam: "I'm Michael Phelps, Momma"
Me: "How did you get your gold medals, Michael Phelps?"
Liam: "Swimming in this bathtub."
You heard it here first, folks. Michael Phelps wins several gold medals in our bathtub.