4 posts tagged “humor”

Will sees life through smiling eyes so much of the time. Last week after nap he fished a pot lid out of the cupboard while I put some cookies in the oven. I encouraged him to bang it with some music and make noise. A little while later I heard a sort of giggling, surprised "Ooooooohhhhhh" coming from the dining room. It's usually a sound he makes if he sees something that he thinks is neat.

Cheese In the Lid

I peeked in the doorway and found him laying on the floor under the high chair with his chin resting on the lid. He was laughing or marveling at his funny reflection in the convex surface of the lid. Imagine what was going through his head seeing this funny picture for the first time and smile.

Oooohhhh!

Will is always good for a big belly laugh and a smile, ear-to-ear. Ever the performer he is always on the lookout for a chance to show off and ham it up. In the grocery store he has taken to calling my name loud - pushing it so hard that his face turns red and he shakes with the effort. This is no tantrum because as I turn in alarm to see what the problem could be, he sits there in the front seat of the cart with a big, cheesy grin. Meals with any person in addition to myself or Daddy is another chance to shine. He makes goofy noises or practices all his big words, perhaps lobs some food on the floor and then throws his head back and laughs with an (almost) evil Mwa-hah-hah! Last week at Daddy's coworker's BBQ he exercised this move, living up to his "My name is Trouble" shirt. Monday morning brought a recap of the evening and our host mused that Will is a hoot and a little devil.

He is doing better about sitting with us through church without too much ruckus. I confess that I have resorted to raisins as a quiet snack to keep him entertained through the sermon. Our thoughts on keeping him in the service at such a young age is fodder for another blog post. Last Sunday at the end of the service, we took a special offering for the youth group mission trip. I thought it would be good to let him put our contribution into the plate as it passed. I learned a valuable lesson. First I struggled to get him to let go of the apparently fascinating green paper. Then as I wrenched his little fingers open, he let rip with "Monnnneeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Much in the same manner that he yells  "Mommyyyyyyyyyyy!" in the grocery store. As he yelled this, and I wrenched his hands off the money I intended to give, he grabbed another handful of even larger bills from the plate and continued to yell: "Moneeeeeeeeyyyyy!" As I'm sure you can imagine, people aroud us began to chuckle and Sean and I were helpless to keep ourselves serious enough to make him stop. He realized he had an audience and he was playing it up! I did eventually pry the billls from his grip and pass the plate along, and got him to quiet down long enough to catch my breath and tell him no. We got lots of comments later regarding our education of him and his priorities.

Sean recently learned a valuable lesson regarding mischevious curious little boys and vegetables. I was working so Daddy and Will were on their own for supper. Will happily gobbled the lasagna, but refused the string beans. Both boys refused to back down and Daddy was determined that Will would sit in that chair until the beans were gone. He left Will with one bean and got up to clear his plate to the kitchen. He came back and the bean was gone. Thinking it a small victory he offered Will another bean. Will shook his head and responded with: "Bean in da nose". Some vigorous nose blowing produced one little bean fragment and 5 minutes later when Will repeated his phrase, more nose-blowing produced another bean fragment from the other nostril.

Valuable lessone learned. Many laughs enjoyed.

This post is going to be much like a laundry list, but I want to catalog these milestones and memories.

I'm not sure if I posted about Will's 12 month ped appointment. This check up was sandwiched in the middle of 3 sick visits in the course of a week. The poor guy had a lot going on a month ago. July is proving to be a better month. We skipped shots at that time because of a fever and other ailments. He weighed in at 19lb 12oz (50th percentile) and measured 28 and 3/4 inches in length. His head curcumference was 18 inches (both also 50th percentile). At the visit we talked to JoAnne about a white spot on his tongue. That spot is now gone. We also talked about whether he should still need two naps (which he does 3-4 days each week) and about food ideas. His hemoglobin was a touch low at 10.3 so I was instructed to feed him more red meat and the liverwurst that he loves so much. He eats spinach at most evening meals, so hopefully he's getting enough iron now.

At 13 months Will has just started walking. The first time he truly walked both mommy and daddy were there to see it. Sean took a vacation day on July 3 and we were getting ready for a family breakfast. I was standing at the stove making French Toast and Will and Daddy were reading a book on the floor. Will decided to stand up and reached out to me. I squatted down and he took those monumental first unassisted steps to my arms. He took the praise and applause as motivation to walk back and forth a few more times. We left that afternoon for a weekend camping with Sean's parents and brother. Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Ian got to see Will show off his new skill all weekend. It seems however, that the novelty has worn off and he has reverted back to his old standard. He is too impatient to walk and knows he can get there faster by crawling.

Will has become very attached to certain toys. His two monkey's are his companions at bedtime. I took his little monkey to church and he seemed comforted by holding tightly clutching his plush friend when I left him in the nursery.  (Though the bitter tears still flowed in abundance) When he wakes up from a nap and we go into his room he hands his monkey first before we pick him up. He loves his truck books, and his Alfie book. Alfie is a tab book and the little bear pops out from shrubs and trees as his mom tries to catch him at bed time. We've had to be careful to keep Alfie out of reach because Will gets a little too excited about peering behind bushes to find Alfie. Another book that we read multiple times each day is a palm-sized book about Rookie the new fire truck. Will likes us to read and make siren sounds. I've spied on him reading the book and making these noises to himself.

Will regularly signs "More" and "Please", and says a handful of words: Tic-tock and Ba-Ba (for ball), Ma-Ma and Da-Da, Ha (for hats) and Ho (for hot) are really the only regular words or sounds he uses, though he chatters a lot. He seems to lock in on a consonant-vowel combination each day and will repeat it for most of the day. He's especially chatty in the car. I know he comprehends more than he expresses. After a nap he places his pacifier in my hand on command. He turns out the light when asked and will find monkey or rookie if I ask him to.

Will loves to put on hats and sunglasses. I rarely get to wear sunglasses or a hat in peace. He also loves to drink from cups and mugs. Even if given his sippy cup Will will beg to drink out of your cup. We're still working on his comprehension of NO, though tantrums in response to no are becoming a more common occurrence.

Will is still a very happy boy with abundant energy. I think walking and running is in our very near future. Until then, I'll enjoy the crawling and climbing.

Why is there Pepsi all over my kitchen floor?
I'll give you one guess.
Here's a hint. The responsible party stands roughly two feet high, likes motor noises and siren noises and is highly ticklish around his collar bones. While I was cleaning up breakfast dishes Will was amusing himself by exploring the kitchen. He likes to take soda cans out of the box and try to drink from them. I though this was safe since he can't open the can. WRONG! I guess I didn't factor in the effect of gravity and a dented can. Clean up, aisle K!