Will currently LOVES puzzles, making towers, driving his emergency vehicle toy trucks, wrestling, and playing make-believe (ex: turning his room into Hawaii and playing at the beach which is his bed). He likes to get 'into character' and be whoever he's pretending to be whether it by "Bad Guy Mike," "Worker Will," "Doctor Will," "Boris von der Borch the Pirate," "Dragon Tamer Will" or any other of his dozens of alter-egos. When in character, he insists on being called by his character name. He is so loving and makes it a point to say, "Mommy, you're beautiful" on a daily basis. Naps seem to be a thing of the past, but Will still complies with an hour-long quiet time in his room so we can all have a break in the middle of the day.
Here is Will posing by one of his favorite puzzles (fyi: Melissa and Doug puzzles can be found really cheap at Ross as I discovered last weekend):
Favorite quote from Will today:"Mom, my poop was green! Isn't that great? You know why? 'Cause green's my favorite color!"
John, Dirk and Will went to see the movie "How to Train your Dragon" today in Bellevue. I can't give it a review since I stayed home with the little lady, but it was fun to hear Will's account of the action. I think he was mostly in awe of the whole movie theatre experience and the fact that he got to eat sour patch kids (except, he was sure to inform me, for the yellow sour patch kids which he gave Grandpa and Daddy).
Laurel (my sis-in-law) and friend Shirley recently threw a shower for our friend Jenna and her beautiful new daughter, Ellen Elizabeth. It was great to spoil Jenna, pass around the little princess and hear Jenna tell her and Matt's story of the journey they've been on to finally be holding their daughter. We are so happy that God has entrusted Ellen to the Crane family. Here are some pictures that Laurel took at the shower:
Sometime back, in my deep depths of cyber space knowledge (yeah, right), I managed to accidentally link our blog and my facebook together so that every time I post something on here it shows up on facebook. This is annoying to me and likely others who don't necessarily want to be bombarded with pictures of my children on a weekly basis. I mean, that's what this blog is for. After tooling around unsuccessfully many times I was getting annoyed. Well, today I had the bright idea of googling "unlinking blogger and facebook" and stumbled upon a solution. Thank you, google. Here's a test blog to see if this works.
And while I'm here, have a belly shot. Below is me at 18 weeks pregnant. I will be shocked if I'm not carrying a boy (which means we'll probably be having a girl). This pregnancy has been so similar to my pregnancy with Will, even more amplified. The nausea is worse, the moodiness is worse (thank you John for your continued patience and reassurance as well as for the bouquets and the trips to local establishments to get me soft serve ice cream cones and Greek lemon soup).
Toy Story I and II are both beloved family films in our household. We are looking forward to bringing Will and (maybe) Jane to see the third installment as their first movie theatre experience this summer. This past weekend, we watched Toy Story II together and Will especially enjoyed it. In the movie, Jesse, the cowgirl, recalls how she was once loved by her owner who was a young girl named Emily. As Emily grows up, she slowly loses interest in Jesse, who is abandoned under her bed for years and ultimately donated to Goodwill (see video/song below sung by Sarah McLachlan).
Will, as most of you know, is best friends with his giant-sized stuffed Pooh Bear. He and Pooh have been inseparable since my mom got him for Will about two years ago at (ironically) the Goodwill. I'm guessing that the above scene from the movie effected him more than I thought because yesterday, he was playing with Pooh and looked up at me suddenly with tears in his eyes and said, "Mommy, someday I'm going to think that Pooh is boring."
"Don't worry," I said. "You have lots of time to love Pooh."
"But Mommy," Will sobbed (now fully in tears). "I will think he's boring and I don't want to ever stop loving Pooh, I want to love him forever, even when I'm a big boy." So precious. Even tough guys cry sometimes.
