Liam is Six

My baby. Can you really be six years old?

Daddy wanted to name you Connor. I wanted Liam. Since I named your brother, I deferred to Dad. After you were wrapped up and settled down, he looked at you and said “Yep- he’s a Liam”. He’ll never tell if he was just being nice to me, but I’m very happy he decided that way. It was 20 degrees below zero the day we brought you home.

You are so much your mommy’s boy. We both love chocolate above all else, and we’ve both got serious spunk. There are many times that I feel like I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with your stubbornness, but inside I’m secretly proud. Nobody will ever push you around.

making a nbedele house

Despite all of your willfulness, you are an incredibly sweet and empathic boy. When you were just two years old you looked at me and asked “Mommy, are you frustrated?” You are always the first to give a hug or a reassuring pat on the arm when somebody is having a hard time. In that way, you are so much like your big brother. The two of you fight and argue as any young brothers will do, but you love each other deeply. As you both grow and mature, you are finding many things that you enjoy doing together. I know that in your adult years you will be friends as well as brothers.

building with star wars legos

You love your monster trucks, legos, and cars (all eight billion of them) and you also love to make things. I love to watch you concentrate as you draw, color and cut. You are a serious artist! You also love to help your Daddy with his mechanical projects- and you really understand how things work! That, my little one, you get from your Daddy. he was disassembling toasters at your age. It was a few years, however, before he could put them back together! Please don’t get any ideas. I’d rather not buy a new toaster.

I always wanted a boy and a girl, but I would not trade my second little boy for anything. The moment I met you, I couldn’t imagine life without you. Thank you for being my baby.