Call CPS - Cruelty!

Mean Mama!

How could you make me drop my own pacifier out of my own mouth?!?

Proof that I'm loved...

Me: Ok Little Man, we are almost home.

Will: Da-ya? (translation: Daddy)

Me: I'm sorry Bud, he's still on his trip.

Will: Ba-pa? (Grandpa)

Me: No Kiddo, he's at the Beach.

Will: Ga-ga? (Grandma)

Me: Nope, she's at the Beach too.

Will: Nana?

Me: No, she doesn't get here for another couple of weeks

Will: WWWAAAAHHHHH!

Nice kid, really nice.

Colonel Fussy Pants

You know how they say animals can smell fear? We were attempting to snuggle with Will this morning and after much whining and several full body flails from Little Man I turned to Dan and told him that I'm pretty sure Will can smell the change about to come. He has been a bear the last couple of days...just really unsettled and VERY Daddy-centric. Earlier this week Dan went to take a shower and Will didn't notice when he left the room. All of a sudden he looked up and started searching for Dan saying "Da-ya? Da-ya?" as he ran from room to room. When he couldn't find him he backed his way into a corner in the kitchen and started crying.

Broke my heart.

One thing that gives Dan some comfort about the time away is that Will is too young to remember it later. In some ways though I wish he was a little older. At the age he is at, there is just no reasoning. I mean, when he gets scared and searches the house for his Da-ya and can't find him, how am I supposed to explain it all to him? It makes me feel pretty helpless.

Don't get me wrong, I know it is only 5 weeks and that we have an amazing support base for us here and that we'll fall into our own rhythm and that there are many people who do this for much longer periods of time...but we haven't done this before. Dan is fussy about leaving us and I am fussy about him being away from us and I am pretty sure Will is too.

be vewy, vewy quiet

...i'm hunting wabbits

Business side of things

Will had his 18 month appointment yesterday. Yes, I realize that is almost a month overdue, but it's me. What do you expect.

According to Dr. Fabulous, Will is doing great. He told me Will was on his list of potential trouble makers health wise this winter given his RSV last year and lingering chest stuff, but was pleased to remind me that the last time we were for a sick child visit was in December. This made me want to jump across the room and strangle him, as I am sure he just condemned Will to an upcoming horrible illness, but since he IS Dr. Fabulous and Will seems to love him, I restrained.

So, here are the stats.
Weight: 26 1/2 lbs (65th percentile)
Height: 36 Inches (90th percentile)
Verbal skills - very good
Small Motor - right on track
Large motor - very good.

I have no idea where we seems to get that height from, but his Grandpa Jay is pretty tall. Also, Dr. F told me I need to get a potty for him...seriously?

p.s. I know it seems like I am ignoring the requests for more pictures, but I lost the USB cable to my camera. I'm getting a new one this weekend, so look for pictures galore next week!

Next thing I know, it'll be the car keys

So Will and I were playing catch with a small ball the other day. I was being a mean mama and pretending to throw the ball and then hiding it behind my back. One time, I put it under my chin and pretended I couldn't find it. This was not acceptable to Little Man and he came over and tried to grab it away. When I wouldn't let him, he walked over to his toy box and came back with Monkey and said "Hug?" with his arms out.

(To briefly explain, he has a stuffed monkey puppet that he will bring up to us so that we can put it on our hands and have the monkey give him a hug. It's super cute because he puts both of his arms around it and goes "Awwww" when giving said hug)

So, being a sucker for cuteness, I drop the ball from under my chin into my lap and reach for the monkey. In that brief second, he throws the monkey at me, grabs the ball from my lap and goes running across the room giggling maniacally.

Yep, I got schooled by an 18 month old.

How to Thrill me...

Make plans to come and stay for 2 weeks with me and the Little Man (maybe longer? please?) while my husband is on the other side of the country.

thanks mom!

Toddler

On Friday, Will officially became a toddler...at least in the eyes of his school. Now I have no idea exactly what criteria he met to be considered a "toddler" and no longer a "wobbler", but when Dan picked him up from school on Thursday they said that we had to start putting his stuff in the toddler room because he was making the move there full time.

He is the youngest by 2 months and from what they tell me one of the youngest they have ever had in the toddler room. Apparently, he was completely obsessed with being in there...he would make a break for it every time the gate to his room opened and stand in front of the toddler room and cry until they let him in.

It makes me wish I could ask him to slow down a little...you know stop and smell the roses kind of thing. Tell him "Hey bud, I know this growing up thing seems cool and all and you want to hang with the big kids, but you gotta take it from someone who knows, getting older isn't all it's cracked up to be. Pretty soon they are going to make you do things like pick up blocks and do flash cards and try and use the potty...you gotta milk this for all you can now."

Given this little boy's genetic predispositions, I doubt he'd listen.