Pictures of Will

Once upon a time, when I was single, I went to a ranch with my friend, Leslie, and some other single people. It was called Rockin' R Ranch. It's down in Antimone, UT. We slept in little cabins and ate food that they prepared. We could ride horses or just hang out at the lodge. (Is that the right word for a ranch building?) There was a cute little boy, with blond hair, around 6 or 7 years old who lived there. (His family ran the ranch.) When me and my friend would kick a soccer ball around he would come and kick it around with us. When the ball would go under the old wooden porch, he would crawl under and get it for us. Weren't we so nice to let him do that? He was a nice little gentlman. The first time we met him, me and my friend were playing pool. My friend asked him what his name was.
"Bubby."
"Buddy?"
"No, Bubby."
"Oh, Bobby."
"No, Bubby."
"Bubby?"
"Yeah."
And in my mind I wondered what many people would wonder: Who the h-e-c-k would name their kid Bubby?

Anyway, the point of this story is, now 13ish years later, I talk to my baby and sometimes the name "Bubby" comes out of my mouth. What?! I know. I think it's a mixture between baby (yes, I call my baby "Baby" sometimes) and buddy. Or sometimes I vary how I say the vowel in "baby" and strange things like "bubby" come out.

My baby is now 7 months old. His thing to do now is crawl. If you're holding him, he wants to get down and crawl. If he's on the ground, you better make sure there's nothing that you don't want him getting into on any floor in any room, cause he's everywhere. It's so fun to see him gain a new skill.

Willsy

Will with his cousin Tyler

A few years ago, I was watching Leno and Ross the Intern went to the very same ranch in Antimone, UT. It showed the owners and I swear I saw a teenager Bubby! So crazy! Anyway, I've tried to catch myself when I say it and it's slowly going away from the subconscious vocabulary that flys out of my mouth.