We visited Jason’s best friend and his family in Mississippi last week for the start of our spring break. They have two boys but started about three years after we did. They LOVED getting Will to talk, because the things that come out of his mouth are so original and hilarious. They asked him at the lunch table, “Will, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Will (takes a deep breath): “I want to be a lot of things. I want to be an Expert, and go to war, and be a marine biologist.”
The last night we put all three of our boys to bed together for the first time ever. The giggles and excitement were way too much for falling asleep. And it was mostly Becket’s instigation – standing up in his Pack and play jabbering and laughing and pointing at the older two. It took a while for everyone to settle down. When I finally went up the stairs to bed at 10 (we were all in the same room) Will was at the door to my surprise.
Me: “Will! What are you doing out of bed?”
Will (stage whisper): “Well theres good news and bad news. The good news is, there are A LOT of stars out. The bad news is, Harry just took a really weird breath and it was really scary.”
Me: “Oh Will, thank you! I love you more than wine!”
Will: dramatic gasp.
Henry had a little bit of a rough time during our trip. He was really well behaved and enjoyable to be around, but he had his first ear ache and was pretty miserable for a day. It’s always the most pitiful when the kid who never gets sick is under the weather.
When we came home yesterday afternoon, I ran out and bought salad stuff and pizza from Harris Teeter for dinner. Henry was feeling tired and tyrannical, and decided he didn’t want dinner at all. So we all ate and then I rewarded Will with a piece of Easter candy for dessert. Henry immediately asked for his piece too.
Me: “I’m sorry Henry but you can’t have candy cause you didn’t eat pizza.”
Henry: “yes I did!”
Me: “Henry, noooo you didn’t.”
Henry (cheerful confidence): “I tuh-tended to eat pizza!”
Cracks us all up. He is very observant and playful. Refuses to sit in his stroller while everyone else is on the playground so my hands are full again.
He likes to go up to you and have a full conversation in gibberish. Complete with facial expressions and hand movements.
Speaking of hand movements, his signature is sticking his right hand high up in the air for emphasis. His favorite thing is to find long skinny and sharp objects – like pens, sticks, dowels – and wave and point them as he waddles about. When we try to take them from him, he started making a sharp turning and running (which in baby waddle looks hysterical) away.
You just can’t make this stuff up.