sometimes he freaks me out a little
The other night Heather and I were going over cookbooks, making our plan for Thanksgiving dinner and all the other goodies we are baking/cooking up this week. Nic was doing his best to feign interest when we mentioned our fruitcake plans. (We decided we wanted to try one. A cake soaked in booze can’t be all that bad!)
“Don’t those take like a really long time to make? Like months?” Nic asked.
Heather and I looked at each other. The “where does he get this crazy crap?!” look.
“I don’t think so.” I said.
“I don’t think so” she said.
But we turned to the recipe more carefully to make sure.
Step five: baste in rum syrup once a week for at least a month.
D’OH.
the joy of numbers
I wanted Will to put on his shirt. He wants to spend the entire day naked.
I said “are you listening to mommy the first time?”
He said nothing.
I said “1…2…”
And he looked up and me and said “oh no! she’s counting!” and put up his arms for his shirt.
there are many reasons…
…why your three year old should not be in the room for Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
But perhaps the best reason is that weeks later he might come into the kitchen without pants and announce:
“Mommy, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
almost fun
One of Will’s most favorite songs is “jingle bells” and I am thrilled that it is almost seasonally appropriate. My favorite part is the way Will sings it:
“almost fun it is to ride”
Other current Will mix-ups:
for the last few months submarine has been submermaid…but now it’s submermermaid. I’m pretty sure he’ll be ready to drop the mermaid soon!
he is convinced that pacifiers are “fire hydrants”
“lips” are “leeps”–he sounds like sebastian on the little mermaid (“you must pucker up your LEEPS like DEES”)
he has been calling me a “good boy” lately. with adorable phrases like “don’t cry mommy. it’s okay. you’re a good boy.” (I wasn’t crying, but apparently he thought I had cause.) 
And I shouldn’t forget to record one of Will’s favorite (if a little weird) games. He likes to “match tummies”…he lifts up his shirt, pushes up your shirt, and, well, matches tummies. It was a lot easier a few months ago!
the strange and wonderful
Every so often Will will do something that truly surprises me.
Like this afternoon we were hanging out in the office. I have banned tv for the day, so he was working on puzzles on the floor while I fix up pictures of half-naked girls. Then out of the blue he said “Can I go lay down on your mommy’s bed?”
I said “of course!” and when I peeked in on him 20 minutes later (I didn’t want to jinx the magic!), he was just dozing off to sleep.
You dream and you dream about the day that he’ll take a nap without a fuss when you put him down…but you just never even think to dream about something as wonderful as a voluntary nap!
