Friday, June 29, 2012

His highness' new throne



A new potty chair did not speed along William's desire to try real potty training, but right after we unwrapped it, he couldn't wait to put it on the toilet and give it a spin.

Haircut


I trimmed William's hair when it grew out too mullet-like, but couldn't bring myself to cut any more than absolutely necessary.  It worried me that he would lose the mess of curls when I cut off the ends, but one night when he was being particularly calm after a shower, I took advantage of the situation and cut off 2 inches.  So presidential.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Independent ice cream

Typically Mama or Ba holds William's ice cream cone for the sake of everyone's sanity. Mama does the laundry, Ba has a bit of OCD when it comes to crazy messy events, and William gets to lick to his heart's content without fearing the loss of his scoop. This summer, we're trying something new - William managing his own cone...given it is a small enough amount of ice cream for us all to be comfortable.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Life's hard

Nang came back with a few habits from an international flight - duty-free chocolate, a burgeoning appreciation for the Mad Men series, and this thing.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Rub-a-dub-dub! One boy in a tub!


Nang has been giving Big Dub his evening bath a few times a week, and Dad has a different way of doing things that William definitely appreciates.  With his small tub filled to the top, he can dunk under the water.  Before going under, he tells Nang, "Bye!  See yooooou laaaater!"

Monday, May 28, 2012

The perfect height...

To hide in Papa's closet.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Drive

At two, William already LOVES cars and will spend more time sitting in a car than any other activity. He orders his companions into the backseat then looks over his shoulder and reminds them, "Seatbelt!". He will grab the gear shifter, say "Back up," stand up in his seat to look out the back window, and say "Beep, beep, beep" like a dump truck in reverse. He also likes to find the vanity mirror and check himself out. Getting him out of a car once he has it in his mind that he's going to be able to play brings on a legitimate melt down with wailing, flailing, and the saddest tears I've ever seen.