Random thoughts:
- Feeling grateful for friendships both old and new.
Will-isms from the past week:
- He can take off his pants, remove a wet diaper and throw it in the garbage, get a pull-up from the drawer and put it on, and get dressed again all by himself (even if the pants are inside out and backwords when he puts them back on). But he does not want to stop using diapers and become fully potty-trained.
- For reasons I have yet to understand, he slept with a matchbox car inside his sock on his foot one night last week.
- The story that he told while painting the other day: This picture is of my friend Coconut. He lives in an apartment building. His mom's name is Kevin. (When I asked him the name of Coconut's other mom, the answer was "Mevin.")
I like to play with my kids, but I confess that I don't enjoy playing hide and seek. In other domestic news, I thought I was ready for Will to break the pacifier habit, but I discovered during a screaming fit (Will, not me) at midnight that I am not. Do these things make me a bad mom?
Gwendolyn:OMG I love my baby girl. She is such a little honey. She spent the week cruising along furniture, making motorboat sounds with her lips and proving that she can be a good napper when she wants to!
