Recording Liam's fertile effervescent mind/scintillating personality.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.

351.... 586...

November 2007

I have a briefcase. There are a 3 number combinations for each side to open it. I had one side set up. But the other side, I didnt set it up yet, just left the (red) pin inside it so it would never lock (like what you would have when you first buy it).

I was talking to a friend, while Liam was on the floor fooling around with my shoe laces (he actually tied it over and over again.)

Liam: Tapped on my leg
Mommy: Looked down
Liam: Holding up the red pin
Mommy: "Oh! What did you do?? You took it out of there?"
Liam: "Yes I did" Looking guilty
Mommy: Laughing "Do you know what the number was on the combination before you took it out?"
Liam: "Yeah, it was 351"
Mommy: Whew! Tried 351. Still locked. "It doesn't work. Are you sure it was that number?"
Liam: "Oh I think it was 586."
Mommy: Tried 586. Still locked. "Nope, that's wrong."
Liam: "Maybe it was..."
Mommy: "Liam, nevermind. It's okay."

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