Craig and I never expected to raise an outgoing kid. We're both kind of shy. Not in an awful way. I wave and say "hi" to people I know, but you get me in a crowd of new people, I'm not going to lie, it's kind of tough. Not for Liam, though. Craig and I like to refer to him as our little politician. Last weekend, when we went to the library, he climbed up in a chair at a table next to an older boy as if the boy was a long lost friend or something. We went to the park, and as I was shooting a few pictures, he waved to the kids playing in the distance.
He hasn't been feeling well the past few days, so this morning after he woke up early in the morning, I brought him to bed with us. He alternated between giving Craig and I kisses, and at one point, I caught him practicing blowing kisses (something a lady who works at a store we frequent taught him). When he gets in trouble from me, he simply smacks his lips and leans in for a kiss. I have a feeling the trouble's only starting.