25 March 2009
My Little Handyman
We had a little technical difficulty with the dishwasher after the remodel (my fault!), and Rolf fixed it the other night. He grabbed his tools and got down on the floor. Of course, Will had to follow suit. He grabbed a screwdriver Daddy wasn't using, and got down to work. He has developed this disgusted throaty exhalation, a la Napoleon Dynamite. Admittedly, he picked it up from me. I can't decide which is funnier - that or the "Aw, man!" he shouts when something falls (he picked that one up from Daddy).
22 March 2009
Yum!
It seems that many of the pictures we take of Will involve food somehow. I think it's really the only time he's still long enough for me to think of taking his picture.
Yes, that is a ring of chocolate around his mouth, the result of a chocolate chip cookie + a paci on the car ride home from Denton.
A couple of weeks ago, we celebrated my brother's birthday. Will's grandma sent home a cupcake for him to have later. Will obviously hates chocolate.
I made some peanut butter-oatmeal no-bake cookies for our family retreat weekend (they were awesome). We finished one jar of peanut butter and started a new one, so Will had a good ol' time scraping the old jar clean. Both he and his shirt went into the bath immediately following this.
Yes, that is a ring of chocolate around his mouth, the result of a chocolate chip cookie + a paci on the car ride home from Denton.
A couple of weeks ago, we celebrated my brother's birthday. Will's grandma sent home a cupcake for him to have later. Will obviously hates chocolate.
I made some peanut butter-oatmeal no-bake cookies for our family retreat weekend (they were awesome). We finished one jar of peanut butter and started a new one, so Will had a good ol' time scraping the old jar clean. Both he and his shirt went into the bath immediately following this.
That 70's Kitchen No More!
Rolf and I spent four full days this spring break ripping out and redoing our kitchen. It was a TON of work, we're exhausted and sore, but it was so worth it. I actually have counter space now! Here are a couple of pictures:
Just for kicks, here's a picture of what the kitchen looked like when we moved in in May '04 and what it looks like now.
Just for kicks, here's a picture of what the kitchen looked like when we moved in in May '04 and what it looks like now.
Family Time
Will had a very busy spring break. Last weekend, we went to his Uncle Jason's house and had a big aunts and uncles and cousins party through Monday morning. Will loved playing along with the big people. Here he is, accompanying Daddy and Aidan on Guitar Hero (on the XBox 360) with his Wii controller.
He also was intrigued by the dog's cage. I think by this point, he was tired enough to sleep, but not so tired he wanted to leave the party.
Will had a great time with his cousin Ian, who was very sweet to him. Here they are, watching Cars.
The best pictures from the weekend, though, came when Will and his cousins took the dog for a walk. How sweet are these?
He also was intrigued by the dog's cage. I think by this point, he was tired enough to sleep, but not so tired he wanted to leave the party.
Will had a great time with his cousin Ian, who was very sweet to him. Here they are, watching Cars.
The best pictures from the weekend, though, came when Will and his cousins took the dog for a walk. How sweet are these?
03 March 2009
As promised...pictures!
Will had a lot of fun with yogurt that day...
He skipped his nap that day. We put on a video, and within 10 minutes, we saw this. Unfortunately, it was already 5:30. We couldn't let it last.
He has gotten so tall that he is sitting, on his bottom, in a chair in this picture.
Will likes to talk on the phone...for about two seconds. He lasts longer on the toy one.
He decided that the sun was too bright, so we bought him some cool sunglasses. He actually wears them! Maybe this'll stop the "sun...bight" coming from the back seat.
I'll try to be better about posting in the future..
It's been a looong time...
For those of you who keep up with Will remotely through this blog, I apologize. It just never seems that we have the time or energy to post. We've also fought off sinus infections, stomach bugs, and long standing sore throat accompanied by laryngitis in the past two weeks.
Over the past few weeks, Will has made huge strides in his speech and cognitive development. He has started speaking in rudimentary sentences. His most common:
He also knows his primary colors, pink, purple, green, orange (most of the time), black, and white.
He can count to three, sometimes. It usually sounds like, "one, two, one - yay!" More and more often, three gets stuck in the right place though. About half the time he gets to three, he continues to five.
He says his ABC's much the same way. "A, C, C, I, P, S, B, A - yay!"
He knows the sounds and names of the following animals: cow, horse, sheep, dog, cat, pig, elephant (although that one's hard to say), owl, lion, and tiger.
He will sing bits and pieces of songs, including "Itsy-Bitsy Spider," "Little Bunny Foo-Foo," and others he sings at school I don't know.
The other night, he told me a long story about what happened at school that day. I will attempt to transcribe it:
"Gabe, Carsen, bite [pointing to his wrist]. Gabe bite. No! No! Carsen *garbled* bite Gabe." Repeat ad nauseum.
When I asked his teacher about it, she verified that Gabe did indeed bite Carsen on the wrist. Gabe had bitten Will on the butt that same day (through his diaper, so it didn't hurt him), and he yelled out, "No! Gabe bite bottom!" He also told the kids in his class to "go play" because he wanted the teacher to hold him and not them.
In terms of potty-training, it, too, is a bit sporadic. Some of that is my fault. I don't always remember to ask him. He's getting better about telling us when he goes, and he actually tells us before he pees sometimes.
Will still loves to help me cook. He will gladly salt water for pasta, pour in any ingredient I need in any dish, and watch me do the rest. He will say, "See? See?" and drag a chair over to the counter. We always talk about how the stove is hot and he shouldn't touch it. Sunday night, he was watching me scramble him an egg for dinner. I forgot to remind him how hot the stove was. Rolf was right behind him, washing dishes. I grabbed the eggshell and took it to the trash. Rolf grabbed the skillet and began to wash it. Our eyes were off Will for two seconds, which was long enough for him to stick his thumb on the hot burner. Poor baby. It blistered immediately, and once he realized what had happened, he screamed long and loud. We ran it under a cold tap, then iced it. Once he calmed down, we were able to give him a bath and get him to sleep pretty well. Monday, he kept offering his thumb for kisses. The redness was all gone, save one thin line, but the blister was still there. It was tough to see him hurt, although I know this was a lesson he needed to learn the hard way. He's too curious. I have a feeling we're in for a long line of ouchies because he'll have to find out a lot of things for himself.
I will post some pictures later this evening. I swear, he's grown three inches since Christmas.
Over the past few weeks, Will has made huge strides in his speech and cognitive development. He has started speaking in rudimentary sentences. His most common:
- "I sorry"
- "I dropped it"
- "I broke it" (usually he didn't)
- "Love you"
- "Where go?"
- "Night-night"
- "Thow it" (throw it)
- "Get the ball"
- "Kick it"
He also knows his primary colors, pink, purple, green, orange (most of the time), black, and white.
He can count to three, sometimes. It usually sounds like, "one, two, one - yay!" More and more often, three gets stuck in the right place though. About half the time he gets to three, he continues to five.
He says his ABC's much the same way. "A, C, C, I, P, S, B, A - yay!"
He knows the sounds and names of the following animals: cow, horse, sheep, dog, cat, pig, elephant (although that one's hard to say), owl, lion, and tiger.
He will sing bits and pieces of songs, including "Itsy-Bitsy Spider," "Little Bunny Foo-Foo," and others he sings at school I don't know.
The other night, he told me a long story about what happened at school that day. I will attempt to transcribe it:
"Gabe, Carsen, bite [pointing to his wrist]. Gabe bite. No! No! Carsen *garbled* bite Gabe." Repeat ad nauseum.
When I asked his teacher about it, she verified that Gabe did indeed bite Carsen on the wrist. Gabe had bitten Will on the butt that same day (through his diaper, so it didn't hurt him), and he yelled out, "No! Gabe bite bottom!" He also told the kids in his class to "go play" because he wanted the teacher to hold him and not them.
In terms of potty-training, it, too, is a bit sporadic. Some of that is my fault. I don't always remember to ask him. He's getting better about telling us when he goes, and he actually tells us before he pees sometimes.
Will still loves to help me cook. He will gladly salt water for pasta, pour in any ingredient I need in any dish, and watch me do the rest. He will say, "See? See?" and drag a chair over to the counter. We always talk about how the stove is hot and he shouldn't touch it. Sunday night, he was watching me scramble him an egg for dinner. I forgot to remind him how hot the stove was. Rolf was right behind him, washing dishes. I grabbed the eggshell and took it to the trash. Rolf grabbed the skillet and began to wash it. Our eyes were off Will for two seconds, which was long enough for him to stick his thumb on the hot burner. Poor baby. It blistered immediately, and once he realized what had happened, he screamed long and loud. We ran it under a cold tap, then iced it. Once he calmed down, we were able to give him a bath and get him to sleep pretty well. Monday, he kept offering his thumb for kisses. The redness was all gone, save one thin line, but the blister was still there. It was tough to see him hurt, although I know this was a lesson he needed to learn the hard way. He's too curious. I have a feeling we're in for a long line of ouchies because he'll have to find out a lot of things for himself.
I will post some pictures later this evening. I swear, he's grown three inches since Christmas.
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