Last week was pretty eventful with my birthday, Mother’s Day, and our anniversary all falling within a few days of each other. I turned 25, which means that I am now closer to 30 than to 20. I still can’t believe that Brian is 22. I’m starting to feel the weight of my years. Not that it’s an unpleasant weight; it’s more snuggly-comfy than anything. I wouldn’t want to be any younger. People tell you when you’re a kid to enjoy it because life only gets harder as you get older and accumulate more responsibilities. That is total B.S. Maybe they lived in a different time. More likely they just forget how mean other kids are and how uncertain and awkward it is when you don’t know your place in the world. It seems that the hardest and most dangerous times of our lives are those we are most ill-equipped to deal with, when we’re most vulnerable and don’t have the wisdom or experience of years to guide us. Youth is wasted on the young, but somehow it also endows us with enough resilience to blindly push along through those years and make it out, hopefully in one piece. I wear my quarter-century age with a sense of relief and accomplishment.

Liam is cutting his second tooth. He’s seven months old now and already wearing 9-12 month clothes. What a big guy he his! He seems much more interested in TV remotes and phones than in his toys or anything he’s supposed to play with. This will, of course, make sense to anyone who knows Patrick or me for that matter.

Liam eats baby food now, although interestingly enough, he shows more of an affinity for vegetables than the sweet fruit ones. Given a choice he’d rather eat whatever I eat, though. Can’t say I blame him.

Liam has been talking quite a bit. He mostly likes to say "ADADADADA" and more recently "NAENAENAE". Occasionally he will experiment with his voice and let out a shrill scream or two for his own amusement.

He thinks that all cups contain juice, so he tries to grab and drink out of them. This proves especially comical when he takes a bath and he sees the cup I rinse his hair with. He also LOVES tomatoes, much to Patrick’s horror.