Since I haven’t taken any time to blog lately, these stories have been piling up in my mind. So, I thought I’d take a few minutes to finally get them out, along with a few pics.
Will and I had come in from playing outside and I turned on a movie for him. I went into the other room to catch up on some of my DVR shows. Will wandered into the room behind me, sippy cup in mouth.
Me: “Hey, Buddy, whacha doing? Are you going to watch your movie?”
Will: “No, I’ll hang with you.”
As with most siblings, (I think) everything is a competition. Maybe it’s just the age, but I doubt it. Lauren is the one who started this competing. If her dinner plate is clean first, she’ll say, “I beat Will!” If she’s dressed first in the morning, “I beat Will!” Any little thing she can come up with.
At dinner one day, Will was the first one to finish dinner and loudly exclaimed, “I beat you up!” Then he turned to his daddy and with a huge grin said, “I beat up my sisser!”
The following tale is a bit disgusting, so if you have a weak stomach, scroll down past the next picture.
This is your last warning. Do it now…… Grossness ahead!
Will loves to pee outside. It’s a habit that I’m trying desperately hard to break. If I catch him pulling down his pants, I holler for him to go inside and use the toilet. I’m trying. really. I’m trying.
This little incident happened a few weeks ago. This is how I remember it.
I was in the front of the house, putting away bikes, scooters, hoola hoops, and other outside paraphernalia.
Brian was inside and I thought the kids were too. Suddenly, Brian comes running to the front door.
“Will pooped outside! I need some help!”
I dropped what I was doing and walked through the house to the back, where I found will standing, bare bottom, on the deck, crying.
I looked around for the cause of all this commotion and only saw grass. I looked at Will.
“Gracie ate my poopie!!!!” he wailed. Ewwwww….. I then looked at Gracie, who was busy licking at the grass.
Brian stepped out onto the deck. “Where is it? It was right there. Two really big turds!” Ewwww……
Will, still crying, “Gracie ate my poopie!”
“Oh, that’s disgusting!”
After getting Will cleaned up and dressed, I called our neighbor, who is the local dog expert to see if there is something I need to do for Gracie. She’s an old dog and, to my knowledge, has never eaten feces before. (Eww… it still makes me shudder) The neighbor didn’t know. She’d never encountered that before. Lucky her.
Be sure to click the above picture to see Will’s funny expressions.
I’ve been getting up early to bike in the morning. I came home one morning to find Will sitting on the couch, just zoning.
Me: “Hi Baby. Did you sleep well”
Will: “Uh huh. Can I have some milk?”
Me: “Sure.” (got the milk) “Here you are.”
Will: (takes a little sip) “Ahhh… now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
For Easter, the kids got a bag of candy that had sour Smartees. The other day, he asked for some candy when I showed him the Smartees, he said, “Oh, I like the sour kraut!” To which I replied, it isn’t called sour kraut, it’s just sour candy.”
“No,” he insisted, “it’s sour kraut“ (Will doesn’t even like sour kraut.)
We have a set of wooden coasters that fit onto a peg on the holder and Will likes to play with them. He calls them “roller coasters.”
Yesterday, Lauren was getting ready for school. She had to take her “All About Me” poster because she’s the star of the week. I rolled it up for her. “Here’s your poster.”
Will, who was watching closely, said, “Poster Office.”
Me: “It’s just a poster, Bud.”
Will: “Poster Office!”
You can’t tell him anything!
