Words are weak.

After 5 days of Liam, I feel now that the universe has opened itself up and all mysteries have been revealed.

Actually, in all seriousness, I am surprised at how very little myth and magic there has been to having Liam. Watching sit-coms and Hollywood movies for my queues (where I always go to learn life lessons), you get the sense that having a child plunges you into constant (and often hilarious) crisis or stupefying wonder. The same is true of the stories that are offered by your loved friends and family and the random person in line at the supermarket. However, these magical myths haven't seemed to fit the past days. Just like Hollywood childbirth is only a blur of fast-driving, heavy-panting, screaming, and then crying baby, these stories seem to cut out the long, quiet (some might say boring bits).

You can't fault the storyteller (no one likes a boring story). You really can't fault the stories either (you can only do so much with words). Stories really don't give the experience of time justice. It is terribly confounding and also delightful to live something that doesn't (because it can't) be put into words. All we can do is take a page from Liam and watch what is going on around us - with or without fireworks.

In a constant effort to bring you Liam in all forms (and to give you something to watch). Here is video of Liam as he tries to master the power of the pacifier:



[The video seemed to render a little dark on You Tube. Sorry in advance if it is dark on your computer.]