“what?”
If you say “Will!” he answers “wha?”
When he poops he calls his turds in the toilet sharks.
If you try to take a piece of candy from him and he realizes he’s about to lose, he’ll run and throw it in ferret poop so you can’t have it either.
His favorite song is the “yeti, yeti, yeti, yeti” call from The Backyardigans (video to come later this evening)! 
what iphone firmware 2.0 means for you 😛
I updated my iPhone’s software to the 2.0 software today, which is pretty exciting for me (lots of new applications that make it possible to use some of my fave websites in new ways)…but it’s also exciting for pictures. I’ll now be able to upload pics directly from my phone to the usual place in a very easy way…so the galleries there won’t be quite so quiet!
It also makes it even more fun to use twitter (mom and kelly–you need to get on this), so I think I’ll do more twitter updates, too. 
And with that, it’s back to trying to keep a very wet will from jumping all over me!
book lover
Will has taken to sleeping on his favorite books. Puts it on his pillow, then lays on it.
Now that’s love right there!
will’s first adjective!
“Hi, big truck!” (in reference to our garbage truck today)
Three word sentences are VERY rare here, so it’s a big day!
“city”
I remembered what I had wanted to write last night!
Will thinks helicopters are “cities” because in his plane book the line reads “here is a helicopter over the city.”
It took us a while to figure that one out. But when he says “city!” he means “helicopter.”
We’re working on that one!
“some”
I have learned so much about how I speak from watching Will learn to speak! In the last couple of days “some” has emerged as a critical word. He’ll bring me my cup of tea and ask “some?” or point to Nic chopping vegetables and say “some?” “Some?” coming from my ever-so-frequent use of phrases like “would you like some?” “sorry, sweetie, you can’t have some”
Like when he was littler and he thought “back” meant “put” because I was constantly saying “put it back” and so whenever he wanted you to put something somewhere he would point and say “back!”
He has been busting out the words lately. We think it’s because he can say more words than he realizes. Because he certainly KNOWS them all. We are so used to narrating our lives for him, and in the last two weeks all of a sudden we’re hearing “NO! NO!” as we narrate. Like “first we’re going to finish dinner, and then we’ll take you up for a bath” meets a chorus of “no!” “no!” Or today when I said “do you want to take a shower now?” (meaning to ask Nic) I heard a little voice shout “no!”
“No” and “mine” being his two favorite words of late. Except the “mine” train is getting shut down pretty hard. He has been informed that mommy has things and daddy has things…but Will has NOTHING. 
Another of my favorite words doesn’t translate very well to typing. It’s Will’s version of “fix it” which comes out like “zit.” And he is enormously brave and trusting if you promise to “fix it.” He sits so still and quiet when Nic promises to “fix” a splinter or broken toenail. Will had glue stuck to his ear today (among other places…which included MY face somehow) and it was “ouchie” (which glue is once it has dried and stuck to your face (as I now know). I set about ripping it off his ear, which I know was uncomfortable, but because I said I was “fixing it” Will sat just as still as could be and only wimpered a little. If you tell him you’re fixing it, he has the utmost confidence that whatever pain or discomfort must be endured, is totally worth it in the long run.
(I seriously want to bottle this and sell it to women in labor.)
In final Will thoughts (since I haven’t been very good about writing these things down lately…damn impending financial ruin distracting me from memory keeping), I am pretty sure that Apple tests their software products on two year olds. He can work my iPhone. He knows to press the button to emerge it from sleep, then slide the screen hubajube to the right to unlock it, then press the “ipod” icon, then select the backyardigans tab, then select the episode of choice.
(Which is how my phone quickly became known in this house as “the show machine” [or really, the “cho” machine, since that’s how Willie has been saying “show” these days.) He’s very into “calls” and “phone” and God help you if you answer the phone and don’t let him say “hewo?”
Nic has transitioned to being Will’s primary care giver. The first hint of this was when the nanny told us that Will asked for Nic a lot while we were out shooting, but not me. Me? He’s used to me being gone, or me being unavailable in the office proofing pictures…but Daddy…Daddy has been home for almost two months! DADDY isn’t supposed to go anywhere! The other day Nic was working on our cars in the garage and Will asked about him 100 times. “Da?” “Da gone.” “Da home?” “No. Gone.” Of when Nic went out to run errands the other day, Will miraculously didn’t hear the garage door open, but I did (this almost never happens). I told him “Daddy’s home!” And he looked at me and said “No. Gone.” I had to drag him downstairs and convince him that Da WAS home!
But the nanny is also a huge hit. He doesn’t even walk us to the garage anymore! I felt so good on the morning of our first wedding. He came to the door to see us off, we gave him kisses and I said “now go watch Fraggles and have fun” and he ran off and that was that! And at our last wedding he watched us pack up, got his kisses, blew us some more kisses, and waved and shouted “BYE!” and never even stopped jumping on his little indoor trampoline!
We’ve decided that Brooke isn’t allowed to go back to school at the end of August (she goes to school out of state). She must stay and watch Will forever. He loves her, and that’s that. (In her words: “the first two times he was pretty stand-offish. The first day he didn’t even want me to sit by him. But now he’s all over me!” The last time she had the audacity to try and leave without getting HER goodbye kiss. This was totally unacceptable to Will!)
I have been typing all these things because there was something in particular I wanted to write tonight, and of course I can’t think of it. Oh well. At least I thought of all of these other things.
