Bathtime for William

Testing my ability to post video, I have chosen a clip of William bathing in the kitchen sink. This is partially in hopes that someday, when he is a teen, I will be able to embarrass the poop out of him. It is also in the hopes that I can actually post video. If this has a video attached, apparently I can. :0 I can't. Yet.

My Kisses

Just a quick story. On Monday we were back to our old routine after visiting Ohio. Mike got up, went to work, William woke up and talked about Dada being at work. I showered, fed William, fed Sissa, fed myself, and started our day. We were hanging out on the floor with Sissa, spending time together the three of us. William kept kissing Sissa. I'll admit it, I was jealous. So I asked "William, where are my kisses?"

Without missing a beat, William answered "Work."

Yes. My kisses are currently back at work. I miss them.

Poop Poop

So, sometime in January, my neighbor's dog left us a present on our front porch. It was the second such present we were fortunate enough to receive in that month. As Michael left, he exclaimed something I shouldn't type (William is sitting on my lap, and it's not rated G), and stepped gingerly between the turds on his way to work. I assured him that I would look out for our neighbor and take care of it.

I proceeded to stake out the place. I opened the windows, blinds, doors, everything, in the hopes of catching my neighbor on his way to work. I heard him banging around upstairs (William calls these particular neighbors "Boom, Boom" because of said banging), and knew he was catch-able. But somehow between diapers and spit up and laundry I missed him.

I then spent some time composing a reasonable note to paste to their front door. I was explaining to William throughout this time that the neighbor's dog had pooped on our front porch, and that that was gross, and we had to ask them to watch their dog when it pooped. I didn't realize the impression my passionate composition made on my son.

An hour later, and we are on a walk. William says to me "Boom, boom." I say "Yes, the neighbors?" He says "Yeah, woof woof." I say "Yeah, the neighbor's dog?" He says "Yeah, Boom boom woof woof poop poop." I say "Yeah, the neighbor's dog pooped on our porch, huh?" He says "Yeah, GROSS." It was hilarious. Now every time he thinks of talking about the neighbors, he repeats it. Even when the neighbor is there. It's lovely. :)

Will serenades Sissy

First note the impressive command of the guitar that William exhibits.




Second, note that Sissy is grasping her new toy! The grasp is apparently an important milestone in development. Check one.

Third, note the beautiful sweater modeled by Sissy. Grandma Murphy knitted that. Nice job all around.