Talking with Will

Video of me talking with Will.

Password is will


Will Exersaucer from William Wright on Vimeo.

M-I-C-K-E-Y

M-O-U-S-E.

Bacon

I was cooking up some bacon. Mmmmmmmm bacon..... We put Will down for a nap and Mom went out to run some errands.

Disaster struck when the fire alarms started to go off. I quickly ran to one and started fanning it with a towel. Took about 30 seconds for the alarms to stop. I paused and waited for the scream. But it didn't come, I went in and Will is still sleeping in his swing. Sleeping baby. Mmmmmmmm Sleeping baby.

Will's First Snowfall

This was taken the morning we left for Florida - it was the first real snowfall to speak of in this little guy's life. I am sure there will be many more snowy days to come.

Will's Best Imitation of Stan on South Park

You may have seen the episode of South Park where Stan Marsh gets so nervous talking to a pretty girl named Wendy that he projectile vomits whenever she talks to him. Who knew our son was going to start doing impressions so early in his life:

And a few new things

Will pulled himself up to standing 4 times in an effort to impress Jordynn, who was helping me give him a bath on Wednesday night. He then did it again Thursday morning when we were playing, using a breakfast-in-bed tray table to assist him. He's also growing a pretty impressive head of fuzz. It looks like it will eventually be brown to me. But his eyes are still blue, there is no denying that!

Will & Mom's Solo Adventure: Part II

After a stunning performance flying down to Tampa, I figured there was no way for Will to impress me further. Well, impress me he did. 4 out of 4 times we have flown, he has let loose either right before or during takeoff. Yesterday, it was on a sold-out flight, 10 minutes before takeoff in bad weather all up and down the East Coast. And it was a doozy. A big ol' blowout. An outfit ruiner. Luckily, a guy in the row ahead of us was vomiting in to garbage bags non-stop before we even got on the plane (yeah, I know, awesome) so no one seemed to mind me and little Will very much. After we ascended, there was some serious turbulence, and the captain just never turned off the seatbelt light. So after I saw one woman get up to go use the bathroom, I decided I had subjected my seat-mate to enough stinkiness and got up to change Will in to a new diaper and new outfit. Picture me - holding Will on a changing table in a very small bathroom with one hand - surfing some rather intense turbulence, and changing him out of one poopy outfit and diaper in to a clean new one, then getting said poopy outfit in to a doubled garbage bag and disposing of said poopy diaper in a scented plastic disposal bag. No easy feat, I tell you. I think the experience took a few months off of my life. Will, however, weathered the storm in his usual resilient way, by eating again then sleeping for the rest of the flight. He didn't cry once until after we landed.