Baby Will

Guess what? My little baby Will isn't so little anymore. Okay, he's still little and he's still a baby, but he's just doing bigger things. Like trying to talk and stuff.

Today he sat into the toy box and got stuck and out of the corner of my mind I heard,
"Mama! Hep! Mama! Tuck!

Later, he came crying to me with his hand stuck in this pin toy. Super stuck. Good thing it was already slightly broken so it had some give when he finally yanked it out. (I was trying to remove it gently but he wanted it out faster.) I put the toy back together. Very shoddily though, so I don't think it'll last too much longer. I just can't bring myself to throw away all those perfectly straight pins! (I'm a hoarder.) 

After that, he was climbing onto the toilet lid with his favorite blanket in both hands and lost his grip and fell between the toilet and the wall and got stuck. This was all before lunch! He definitely needs to be able to say the word "stuck" these days.

I just realized a lot of these pictures are of him eating. They are all different days. I guess I must think he's irresistibly cute when he's eating. I also have lots of pictures of him watching TV. He's really cute doing that too. 

One of his favorite pastimes is putting his favorite blanky on his head and walking around. Sometimes he runs into things, sometimes he barely misses. He's a risk taker I tell you!

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.

Will's trip - Part 4 - Final Installment

What? Is it Christmas time already? And I'm just barely finishing Will's vacation posts. Well, I am behind. I'd better put the brakes on all of this summer stuff. I'll switch gears after this and rev my engine a few times. I'm pretty sure I'll need an oil change though. (That reminds me, I do need an oil change in my real life car.) All this rain we're having these days has me confused. It doesn't seem like Christmas. Anyway, here are Will's final moments in Hawaii:
He took one last nap on the beach.

Will wanted to bring home some lava rock for his big brother and sisters. But I guess it's bad luck to take lava rock unless you ask the volcano itself if it's OK. We didn't do that so we had to settle on a picture of the rocks and tossed them back onto the beach. (I really wanted to still take the rocks and chance it but the locals there said that people mail the rocks back all the time cause they have bad things happen when they get home. So Brian wouldn't let me or Will bring any back.)

Will said goodbye to the turtles.

He got sandy little toes one last time.

And he watched the sun set in Hawaii for the final time.

It seemed like the next thing he knew, he was back home and hand delivering all of his souvenirs to Elli, Ben and Addie. They were so glad to see him.

I think after Will got home he had sort of a post-vacation low. Cause he wanted me to pull up the hotel webcam ALL THE TIME just to see what was going on there at that moment. Had the sun come up yet? Was it a windy day? Was it busy, or empty? He has finally stopped asking me to pull it up anymore so I think he's settled back into regular life now. It was certainly a once in a lifetime experience and I'm sure this will be a trip that this little guy will never forget...

Will's trip - Part 3

Will was thinking of going on a helicopter ride but he wasn't sure if he'd enjoy it. We thought, you know what - we're here, we might as well do everything we can do, experience every thing we can experience. So we did it.

Will was not impressed when we dressed him up for the ride though:

But seriously, look at those miniature ear covers. They are so cute and tiny!
We are ready!

And.... liftoff!
(Okay, you got me. This wasn't us actually taking off. How could I get a picture of that if I was in it? This is one that left before us. But I'm sure we looked just like it.)

30 seconds after liftoff:

Will fell asleep. He can be such a baby sometimes.

Look at those cute little cows! (I always think cows are cute from far away. Close up they are very un-cute and slimy and nostrily.)

We saw beautiful oceanscapes.

Come on buddy! You're missing the world!

We saw lots of waterfalls.

I started getting a little motion sick near the end. Lots of swaying in front of waterfalls.

Us with our pilot.

Will woke up right after we landed. We later showed him the pictures and, he didn't come right out and say it, but I think he was pretty mad that he missed it all.

Will's trip - Part 2

Will couldn't believe all the sleep time he got on this vacation. He just wanted to leave all his 'work' stuff at home. When he wasn't resting at the hotel,

he was usually lounging on the beach chairs.

He really wanted to go snorkeling but the mask was a tad bit too loose.

He loved to feel the sand between his toes. It keeps looking like he has more toes than he should in this picture but it's the right amount. I counted.

And he also did a little reading to the sound of crashing waves.

3 months

Little Will is 3 months old now.

I love those little gummies! And his messy straggly hair. All my kids are born with brown hair and then as the head grows, the brown hair gets spaced out further and further and a new crop of blond fuzzies grows in.

That skin really is tasty. I've tried it.

He is such a happy baby! On Tuesday, he and Addie both had fevers (sad!) so I took him in to the doctor to make sure it wasn't anything serious. Turns out it was just the start of a cold. But he was just smiling like crazy at the doctor. The doctor was like, "How is he so happy with a 101 fever?"

That's just how he is.

10/10/10

Why do my videos never upload?! Not on computer 1 or on computer 2. Blagh!!

Anyway, I just wanted to make a post on 10/10/10 so here are some pics that are just too much cuteness for words:

Addie

and Willsy

2 Months

I was planning on doing a post on Baby Will based on this picture, how he is being attacked by hands at all angles and how this is a normal occurence for him. Poor little guy. But now he is two months old and looks so different from this picture. That's what I get for putting it off.
He has really chubbed out. He's a big 14 pounder. That's double his birth weight. But he is just so happy. Oh, if we could all be as happy as a baby. Eat, poop, and gurgle.

The very first time my brother-in-law saw Elli, my oldest, as a baby, he said, "Where's her eyebrows?!" He had just come from being around lots of dark haired people. I sadly pointed out where her eyebrows were since he couldn't see them. So now I am slightly self conscious about my kids' eyebrows.

I know it doesn't look like Will has any, but when I put my eye up real close to him, I can see them. I just want to make sure that you all know that he has eyebrows, they're just blond.

Not an alien

I had my little boy last Wednesday. A human boy.
His name is Will. Brian and I both have grandpas named William but we just decided on Will. Why just Will? Well, I have a 13 letter and 5 syllable last name. 13 letters! That's half the alphabet! So we like to keep the first names short and simple around here.

The kids are excited. Maybe a better word for how Addie is feeling is "indifferent" about it all.

But Ben is the most excited of all. He is so excited that he now has a brother to play Legos with. I told him he still has to wait a few years. Or seven years. He says he knows.

Oh and these little blankets are so cool. They're like mini straight-jackets made out of fleece and velcro. I know, it sounds so mean to bind them all up like this. But when one's flailing arms are the reason for waking oneself up from sleep then the best thing to do is to strap one's arms down.