Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Parental Units

They came. We played. We snuggled (well, Will and his grandparents snuggled, that is). We hiked. We celebrated (my mom's b-day). We walked. We swung. We giggled. We sewed (technically just my mom sewed). We ate (and ate and ate). We Palmyra-ed. We bonded. They left. We cried (literally--lots).
Parental units, my ones and only, please, please come back. Often. Soon. Will misses you and talks of you often. I miss you and talk of you often.
Proof positive: Will and Pompa snuggling on the couch (Will was in heaven, watching Cars on the couch with his Pompa. And, I dare say, so was Pompa).

The Palmyra visit. Is there anything better than touring Church history sights with your parents? It was a spiritual feast. I loved being there with my parents, hearing their testimonies, feeling of their spirit, recognizing how blessed I am to have them as my parents.

More Palmyra (the log house).

The sacred grove.

Happy B-day, Mom. Here she is blowing out her candles on her German pancakes.
And this is thanks to my dad, who taught Will all about Mater clips on You-tube. Now, Will is obsessed, addicted and constantly begging for "Mayer, Mayer" on the computer.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

In the Meantime: Somersaults

I have plenty to post, but little motivation/time. In the meantime, enjoy these two gems: Will's newest past time, somersaults off the couch. Does it get any better than that for an almost-two-year-old? I think not, my friends, I think not.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Halloween 2009

Yet another Halloween has come and gone. There were some highs and there were some lows, but fun was had by all.
The highs:
  • Will made one mighty fine-looking cowboy (in spite of my low-budget, lazy costume-making abilities)
  • Will loved candy
  • Will had a blast at the Ward par-tay, baking cookies with friends and trick-or-treating
  • Will also was in hog heaven at our neighborhood fire department party and parade: fire trucks galore
  • Josh and I loved diving right into Will's Halloween bag, helping ourselves to our favorite candy

The lows:

  • Will wanted no part of his costume--not the hat, not the vest, not the bandanna. He did, however, love the pony (he called it a "cow" since he was a cowboy) and the red boots. Oh, the red boots.
  • Will loved the candy--so much so that at the ward party he stole candy out of other children's bags, wouldn't play any games (only asked for more candy) and while trick-or-treating, insisted on eating the candy he received right then and there or else a tantrum would ensue (hence, not much trick-or-treating was accomplished).
  • Will is still hopped up from his "sugar high"
  • Josh and I ate way too much candy.

Good-bye Halloween, 'til we meet next year. Enjoy the photos that document this fine, sugar-filled holiday.

Sitting in the big fire truck
A fire boat, oh my!
Will insisted on the pony wearing the cowboy hat (and insisted that he did not).

This is his new "cheese" smile. He loves to say "cheese" when we take photos.