Look at these guns

Deep in thought

Pondering some deep stuff...

Big boy underwear

Haphazard potty training continues with William's first pair of big boy underpants!!

Via Colori

Mimi, William, Eleanor, and I went to Via Colori to see the chalk drawings. William helped with the navigation and read the map, but the highlight for him was "driving" a Mini convertible.

Coked out

Last Sunday Mimi, Nang, William, Eleanor, and I ate lunch at Revival Market in the Heights. We got a great table on the patio and took advantage of a rare day of perfect Houston weather.

The lunch date reminded me that William is always observing us and determining the behaviors he's allowed to adopt. There's no better way to feel sheepish than to have a 2 1/2-year old mimicking a bad habit. Cussing, spitting, and general lewd behaviors abound, and he has developed an interest in Coke. He hates it, but he'll give it a try every once in awhile. The first picture is the try. The second picture is the gagging.

One month old

This flew by...

Today's big boy outfit

For about the last six months, William loudly expresses his opinions on his daily clothing ensembles. Mimi spearheaded a clothing organization campaign immediately after Eleanor's birth, and big brother's clothes are now hung in his big boy closet at big boy height for him to select from each day. He is very excited that Mimi hung all his clothes in his closet, and enjoys selecting his outfits each day. Definitely Nang's child.

Here he is wearing Spiderman-inspired leg warmers to accent the blue hat, shirt, and shorts. Definitely my child.

Potty training

The three houses (ours and both grandparets') have all started to introduce some idea of potty training to William. Before his shower at our house tonight, he fell in the toilet. Twice. Because he was preoccupied with READING while on the pot.

Monkey mask

Mimi bought William this monkey mask when they went to the zoo last week. She said it was the most fun trip because she followed him wherever he wanted to go. They ate lunch (pizza pie-ah for Big Dub, of course) near the giraffes, and he came home with this terrifying monkey mask that he LOVES to wear. I can't look at him when he has it on because it is so frightening. He's also sure that he is supposed to look out of the mouth hole instead of the eye holes. I want to throw it away, but that would be wrong...right?