another almost word
“bro” for broken. He brought me his battery operated train engine today with a pouty face and said “bro?!” Then he took me to the kitchen and handed me a screwdriver from the junk drawer. He wanted me to put in a new battery. So I did. And then sad pouty “bro” turned into happy squealing “choo!!!”
new words this week
“quack, quack” and “juice” (Nic bought Will juice at the store for the first time this week–the kid is in love)
He continues his quest to save animals…although it was he that endangered them in the first place this time.
He pulled me into the scrapbook room, signed “ferret” frantically, and pointed at the open vent in the floor (he was the one who pulled out the vent leaving a gaping hole)…I checked and could hear little ferret scratches within the piping…so I called out for Mitzy, reached my arm down, and she crawled up so I could pull her out.
Will’s like Lassie…except he saves animals instead of people.
HEADLINE: Baby Will Saves Dog
Will loves dogs.
Today he saved one that was stuck on a roof.
No joke.
Willie and I left the house this afternoon to run some errands (exchanging the cheap-ass iPod speakers we bought for the ones that cost $30 more and sound $400 better and mailing off photos). We pulled out of the driveway and started driving along our street when Willie started panting. This is his sign for dogs.
Out of habit, I said “yeah buddy–a dog” and then looked around for a dog. But I didn’t see one and the street was entirely empty. Will is always right about these things, and when I’ve blown him off in the past, I’ll later see a hidden whatever-it-was-that-he-was-talking-about, so I always make a point to look for the object, because it’s fun to see what he’s talking about. So I quickly scanned the street again.
And saw a dog on the roof of a house.
A white pit-bull from a house across the street from us was standing on the roof. It’s steep, and he didn’t look like he had any intent of moving. I got out of the car, and as I approached the house he made whining noises and wagged his tail a lot. This dog was scared, and I could just see that there was no way he was going to turn around and crawl back through the window he escaped out of.
I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so I took the problem to my neighbor. She knew where the guy worked (he works for our neighborhood), called, and the guy came home and got his dog off the roof within 10 minutes.
Good work, Will!!!
My observant animal-obsessed little boy saved a dog today!
new words
“Tree” and he’s working very hard on “giraffe”…it’s not really intelligable yet, but it’s getting there.
will’s 18 month appointment
We had his 18 month appointment yesterday. He is 34.5″ tall (95th percentile), 27.5lbs (75lb percentile), and has a 75th percentile head circumference.
He’d just had two shots the day before, so he freaked out a lot when we laid him down to get measured and weighed. Then he warmed up to everyone…only to get his MMR shot at the end of the appointment. It was sad for him. He SCREAMED because he knew what was coming (at the appointment the day before he’d been very brave). It was bad scheduling, but I had gone in for his shots…and then remembered that he needed his 18 month appointment, so after his shots went to schedule it…for the next day. Shoot.
I asked them not to do a bandaid this time. The day before, the bandaids seemed to make it so much worse. He cried the whole way home–he kept pointing at the bandaids and signing pain, reliving it over and over again.
new videos
Of William are up!
