Sunday, March 13, 2011


It's time for a William update. Mostly for my own records.

He's three! And at age three, I can officially say, he is the most fun. I think I say this for every stage, but this time I really mean it. He's funny, inquisitive, energetic, independent, smart and full of life. Every day is a wild ride with this man and I wouldn't change it for anything. So, here's a glimpse of Will at age three:

  • He's 34 lbs. (75%)
  • He's 39.5 inches tall (90%)
  • At his check-up, the doctor kept commenting on how tall Will was. So now, that is Will's response to everything: "I not a big boy, I a tall boy." "This is my tall car seat." "These are my tall boy pants," and so on and so forth.
  • I've never met a child so darn obsessed with one's nigh-nigh. Still.
  • He calls his cat a "coon" ever since we watched part of "Where the Red Fern Grows."
  • He loves to be tickled. I will tickle and tickle him until he can't breathe, then stop, to which he responds, "More!"
  • He loves to ride his bike. If we're going somewhere and I tell him to go get in the car (which he is perfectly capable of doing), I can guarantee you he is not in the car, but is out riding his bike--even if there's rain or snow.
  • He will probably NEVER be potty-trained. He refuses to go number 2 in the potty. Number 1 he has down pat.
  • He is obsessed with all things Cars related. He plays cars for hours and hours. His absolute favorite thing to do is to watch the movie, with all his cars by his side and when a particular car comes up on the screen, he holds up that car and yells his/her name. It's a crack-up.
  • He always wears his underwear backward, but calls it forward (see pictures below). When I put it on the right way, he says, "I don't want to wear my underwear backwards."
  • He loves to play soccer. We play in the living room all the time and I've been teaching him how to be the goalie. I taught him how to dive for the ball when he's goalie. Now, when he's playing goalie, no matter what, he dives for the ball, even if the ball is right in front of him.
  • He always says, "Lore" instead of "your". For instance, he always asks his dada at the dinner table, "How lore day, Dada?"
  • Since the truck is dead, we've been driving Josh to and from work. One day, when we were picking up Josh, Will asked, "Where all these cars going?" He thought about it a minute and said, "They going to pick up their dadas at their works?"
  • He calls the "Friend" magazine the "Boyfriend".
  • He's shy in front of strangers and instead of using any of the thousand words he knows, he will talk baby talk to strangers if they ask him questions. Awesome.
  • His favorite thing to eat, for any meal, is breakfast--french toast, waffles, pancakes, crepes. He loves it all. He also is a big fan of yogurt and "gola" bars.
  • He really doesn't know his pronouns--he calls people "what" all the time--as in, "What that?" pointing at a person right in front of him.
  • He loves to sing, though you'd never guess at our music class, where he runs around like a mad child instead of singing. The best is when he sings in church. He opens up the hymn book and sings any other song as loud as you can imagine. For instance, today he sang the "ABC"s song while the rest of us sang a hymn. And during the pauses in the hymn, he still sang with his whole heart and soul the "ABC"s. Everyone around us was just cracking up, as were we.
  • We were waiting outside for Josh once when Will said, "Come on, dang Dada."
  • He loves to hide and be found by the "Mama Monster". He also loves to seek. When he's looking for me, he says, "Little Mama, where you are you?" It's too funny.
  • One morning, we went to eat breakfast when we found all the milk was gone. I said Dada must have drunk all the milk. To this Will responded, "Shame on you, Dada."
  • He loooooves nursery. He is by far the oldest in nursery and is way outnumbered by little girls. But all the little girls love him, for some reason.
  • He loves the Packs, especially Caleb. He tells me all the time he wants to move in with them.
  • The other day we had to go somewhere and he didn't want to come. He told me he would just stay home by himself. I told him he couldn't stay home by himself or else I would go to jail. His response, "Go to jail then. Go!"
  • When he doesn't take naps (which is becoming more and more common) he asks to go to bed at 5:30. He'll leave the dinner table and say, "Just go take a nap," and then he will walk up the stairs and bring down his jammies, so that he can go to bed. Then, of course, he is awake at 6:00 on the dot.
  • He loves to hear stories--stories about a little boy named William, a little boy named Joshy and a little girl named Jessy. His favorites are the stitches story, how dada got stitches, how dada got in the bathtub with his jammies on and how mama got Vaseline all over.
  • He really just is our world. We love him to pieces and can't get enough of him and are so grateful for this little miracle boy.

Now for some awesome pictures in his backwards-forwards underwear. He just trotted downstairs like this one morning, and I had to snap some photos.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


*This is the story of how Will got stitches, the very story that Will demands to hear every night before bed. The italicized words are the words Will always says.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named William who had to get stitches. He got to go on two airplane rides to his Granny & Gus' house. He got to see his cousins and go skiing and swimming, too. One morning, right after breakfast, Will was running and slipped and fell and bonked his forehead on Granny's bench. He cried and cried and there was lots of blood, but his Mama was right there. Then Dada and Gus gave William a blessing and they went to the hospital. There, they checked in and Will got his own bed. Then the nice nurse Michelle came in and the EMT Mark and the doctor. The doctor gave him something that went up his nose and then they wrapped Will tight, like a baby, and put a green sheet over his face. The doctor gave him a shot, then gave him six stitches and they were blue. After, because Will was so brave and so strong the nice nurse gave him a sticker and a Popsicle and it was lellow and it was so gooood. Then he got to see a helicopter and it was red. They went and said goodbye to Michelle, then drove back to Granny and Gus' house and lived happily ever after. The end.
Poor little guy. He was a trooper. His mother, however, was not. It really was slightly traumatic for me. Then again, I really don't like blood. All pictures courtesy of Jane's blackberry. Somehow, I never managed to take a picture of the actual stitches. Again, what kind of mother am I?

Monday, March 7, 2011


As luck would have it, for Will's 3rd b-day we were in Utah again for our annual ski trip. Lucky, because Will got to spend his b-day with family, and most importantly, his cousins. Since we had to wait for the big boys to come home from skiing, the b-day event was a little chaotic at best, rushed, crazy and filled with one greedy little birthday boy. My festivities were Cars-themed, though my efforts were a tad lackluster (hey--it's hard to have a b-day when out of town). And, of course, my camera died so I have very FEW photos (what kind of mother am I?), but enjoy the few photos I managed to take.
Here's a photo of the decorations with one cute cousin Beth in there:
More pictures of the decorations (the banner was supposed to look like racing flags, though Josh wasn't convinced):
Will opening his soccer ball:
And a photo of the cousins. I told Beth I'd pay her one dollar if she could get the three of them to take a picture together. This is what I got. Not bad, eh? Will's not looking, but it's better than what I could have done.
Will couldn't really handle himself because of all his new presents and he refused, absolutely refused, to share with his cousin Sam, who was also quite excited about all of Will's presents. So, after breaking up fight after fight, I decided to just put Will to bed, where he hoarded all his presents in his bed, the cupboard under the stairs, and had, I daresay, a grand time. At least there's that. Happy Birthday, Will.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

January in Pictures

As predicted (see this post), our January was far from enthralling--you know how it is: wintry weather, cabin fever, the post-Holiday let down. However, we did manage to do a few things and even take pictures. So, now for your viewing pleasure: our January in pictures.

Chore-day Monday at our house looks like this: (yes, it is better cleaning the toilet without pants)
Building and playing trains:
Here he's utilizing "Cranky, cranky" as he refers to him:
Snuggling with our nigh-nigh under the table (or anywhere else for that matter. This kid is seriously obsessed with this blanket. It's disturbing). One night, after dinner, Will just brought his nigh-nigh and pillow down and insisted he go to bed under the table.

Sledding, sledding and more sledding.
Every chance we got, when it wasn't freezing, we went sledding. This kid loves it. And our backyard has the perfect hill for him. And notice he had to wear his Thomas back-pack filled with his cars to sled.

And the post-sledding mug of hot chocolate, complete with a hot chocolate mustache.
Preparing for our Utah ski trip, trying on the new/used skis. Looks like he's ready for action!
All right winter--bring on the spring, already.