the little chugs

Since I'm awake at 2:40 am AGAIN, I thought I'd blog about Liam's new "fun" practice.

He's decided that he is preparing for the StrongMan competition. I used to love to watch those when the guys in the band were setting up in the bar, where the guy bartenders often had it on TV before opening hours. You know, where they try to pull a Mac truck or lift a giant boulder in the most retarded, testosterone-driven contest ever.

So Liam has decided to try to lift anything remotely possible for him to lift. Giant toys, heavy pans… anything that comes into his contact.

The problem? He must have the strength to lift but not to hold. So he lifts the giant toy eighteen-wheeler and then hollers in anger the entire time he's carrying it, like WHO is making me carry this giant eighteen-wheeler? This is torture! So I'm constantly having to "explain" to him that he doesn't HAVE to hold it. Which is an exercise in futility since his vocabulary at this point consists of the following words:

No
Yeah
Nana (banana)
Bye Bye
Night Night
Moo
Milk
Quack
Ruff Ruff
Socks