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HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY, WILL!

Will is SIX YEARS OLD today!  Where, oh where does the time go?  It seems like yesterday he was turning five!

He's a super little boy who is kind, funny and smart.  He does well in school and is not a trouble maker. He cracks me up on a daily basis.  He was convinced that he was going to wake up this morning much taller than he was at five (in fact, he even showed me how he can clearly see over the island in the kitchen about a half hour ago).  He's loving - last night he said, "I love my baby brother."  Not too long ago he said to me, "Can you get me a drink, my love?"   And he adores his sisters.  He can't wait for Friday to come around so he can see them (and they can drive each other crazy).  And when they leave on Sunday, I almost always hear, "I miss the girls." 

His favorite thing besides his family is probably snacks.  The skinny kid lives for a good snack.  We stop at the gas station, "I want a snack."  He goes to the ball field, "I want a snack."  I go grocery shopping, "Did you get new snacks?" 

He more or less listens (okay, so he's not perfect) - in general he's just a good kid.  I love him. A lot.

*I would be remiss if I did not mention my father's birthday yesterday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEPE/DAD!  We Love You!

Crafty!

 

Will was recently sent home with a picture for a school coloring contest.  Each grade was given one particular picture to color, and the winner of each grade was to receive a certificate and gift card.  When told of this task, Will confidently said, "I'm going to win!!"  With this confidence in mind, I did what any other good mother would do - I pulled out all the craft stuff and secretly told myself, "No, we are going to win!"

As we he began to color in the picture (for Kindergarten it was a smiling ornament), I anxiously watched.  Anytime his crayon threatened to cross over the line, I barked quietly said, "STAY IN THE LINES!"  Okay, fine, all caps means I was yelling.  Fine.  And when his poor hand became tired from the coloring, I did what any good mother would do - I helped color.  Just a little.  Okay, fine.  Maybe more than a little.

We glittered, we snow flaked, we used pipe cleaners...my his masterpiece was finished!!

Weeks went by.  One day, after school I brought Will over to our rec center to sign him up for basketball.  I handed the form to the lady, and as she studied his name on the form she said, "I have something for you."  When she came back from the other room, she said, "You won the coloring contest for Kindergarten!!" 

"I did?!!"  I yelled.  Okay, fine.  I didn't say that.  Out loud anyway.

The look on Will's face was beyond priceless.  She handed him his certificate and $10 gift card to Wal-mart.  As we got in the car, he said to me, "I knew I would win!" 

And I thought to myself, "I knew we would win too...."

The Second Day of School

Today was Will's second day of Kindergarten - I neglected to do this post yesterday.  Perhaps it was because I was in a state of shock/denial that my oldest baby son got into a moving vehicle (aka a bus) without me and was delivered to a foreign place (aka school) without me. I’ve had a pit in my stomach for weeks concerning yesterday’s traumatic big day. It’s not that I’m not used to him being in a “school” setting – he’s been going to daycare three days a week since he was three months old. But this..this is different. This is big boy material. This is a system…a thirteen year system. We now have to deal with ungodly amounts of paperwork (most of it is insanely redundant), parent/teacher conferences, scheduled school vacations and, at some point homework, potential bullies, friend issues, clothing issues, girl issues and…I just puked a small amount of dinner in my mouth.

It’s just that Will’s my boy, and even though we have Beckett, he still feels like my baby. Much to my chagrin, he’s starting to want to do everything himself. The other day he was in the tub, and when I went into the other room, he got out, pulled the drain, dried himself off and got dressed. I was like, “Hey, that’s MY job!” Whenever I try to help him, he whines, “I can do it!!” And for the most part, he can (insert loud sigh here). However…there are still those moments where he wants me to hold him, or cuddle with him or sit next to him when he’s eating. I really try to cherish these moments as I know they too will soon pass. And he’ll morph into that teenage boy who doesn’t talk except to mutter, “We’re outta milk again.”

He was so excited yesterday before the bus came. In fact, he was driving me crazy asking what time it was going to come. So we proceeded down our long driveway to the bus stop, and when he got on I wanted to jump in with him. After dropping him off, the bus driver told me he had a hard time when they pulled away. I figured that would happen - the excitement would melt away and he would realize I wasn’t with him. And this morning wasn’t any better – he clung to me like a pair of pantyhose once the bus came. I literally had to force him on. It broke my heart, but I know it’ll get better for him. He’ll get used to the “system” and make friends and all will be good in the world. Right?

Our Handsome Son

School Boy Walking

"The Yellow Enemy"

Out of the mouths of babes..

This morning Will came into bed with me for a bit.  I'm not sure how we got on the subject of Christmas, but he asked me, "When is Christmas?".  Seeing as he doesn't quite grasp how time works, I told him, "First comes Halloween, then Thanksgiving and then Christmas."  He processed that for a bit and then said, "Oh, I don't like Thanksgiving.  No kids like Thanksgiving.  It's boring, you can't play.  You have to eat bad food.  Kids don't like the chicken."

So there you have it...

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He's normally very cute....

Two recent "Will-isms"

Shaun was wearing this hideous Hawaiian shirt the other day (clean clothes were obviously low), and when Will saw it he goes, "I like your bamboo shirt."

Will recently had his head "buzzed" for summer.  He said to me shortly after the cut, "I'm balb like an old man."  I believe he meant to say, "bald."

The Mix Up at Dairy Queen

I took Will to Dairy Queen the other day and, while waiting our turn, a woman opened the door and yelled to someone in line behind us.  As most humans do, Will and I turned to see who was doing the yelling.  It happened to be a "little person."  When we got into the car with our creamy delights, Will said to me, "That lady was little."  I had wondered if he would make a comment about her short stature.  I said, "Yes, she is a little person." 

After a few seconds, Will said, "She's like a mix up.  She's little and she's big."

-W

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL!!

Will is five years old today!!  FIVE!  Where did the time go?  It seems like only yesterday he was Beckett's age.  It's funny because he doesn't really understand what a birthday is - he associates it with a party.  So this morning I had to tell him (yet again) that his party is on Saturday, but today we celebrate the actual day he was born.  Even when I told him that Pepe's birthday was yesterday, he asked me, "Where is he having his party?" 

Happy Birthday Will!!  We love you very much!

-Mommy

Girl Cheese Sandwiches

So today I asked Will if he wanted a grilled cheese for lunch.  He took a few minutes to think about it, and then responded with, "Why do they call it a girl cheese sandwich?"

Ahh.......nothing beats a good girl cheese sandwich on a yucky day!

-Wendy

Why do they call them Cowboys?

In the middle of the night last week Wendy bumped into Will in the hallway after a 2am Beckett feeding.  Out of the blue Will asks (with thumb in mouth) "Mommy, why do they call them Cowboys?  They don't ride cows".

No but apparently they ride whales. (This was taken last night.  We took the boys for a walk in Portsmouth)

Many Faces of Will

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