note to self

These are the things I want to remember about right now:

Everywhere we go, without fail, someone compliment's Will's amazing eyes. Someone else uses the word "chunky" to describe his thighs.

Sitting up has been a wonderful shift for the little guy - he feels much happier interacting with the world this way. I get it.

Will's had a mysterious, dry, throaty cough lately. He coughs only in our presence, never alone, and usually when we're busy doing something else. When we mimic the cough back to him, he laughs hysterically. Not sure I'm going to call the pediatrician quite yet.

He likes to feed himself. Puffs, Baby Mum Mums, and Happy Melts are our new best friends.

Bean is his favorite thing in the world. She's the first thing he looks for after waking up from a nap, and my first trick to stop an episode of crying. Bean and a sip of water from a cup. Works every time.

Will thinks tickles are the greatest. So great, he's been known to go by "Ticky Boy." Which is short for "Ticky Ticky Little Ricky," of course.

Mommy and Daddy woke up at 5 a.m. to call and sign Will up for the next session of Aquababies. We waited on hold for an hour, each of us repeatedly dialing in on our cell phones, until Colin finally made it through. Aquababies joins Wiggleworms and Gymboree on Will's resume. We're not going to mention Baby & Me Pilates.

He likes yogurt and avocado best.

We read books daily, and he loves it. The current favorite is "Are you my mother?" Our favorite line is, "You are not my mother. You are a scary snort!"

Bath time with Daddy is special, and so are evening walks through the park. It's been the perfect summer, with our perfect boy.

lake forest, july 17

to see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour

william blake, auguries of innocence

anyone need some prunes?

Yesterday, at the grocery store, Will had the pooxplosion to end all pooxplosions. It was such a dramatic experience that I feel a need to document it.

Will was in the Baby Bjorn (of course), and I had just swiped my credit card at the register when I felt a suspicious drip, drip, drip on my feet. Will has been very constipated since starting solids, and had already had a big poop earlier in the day, so I was pretty sure we were in the clear for our late afternoon outing (sorry to give away all your secrets, little buddy).

At first I was confused about the yellow substance all over my shorts, legs, and shoes, but I soon grasped the enormity of the situation. Normally loaded with an infinite amount of wipes, yesterday I had three. This poop required about three hundred. I stuttered to the cashier something about my baby pooping and she kindly offered to help me clean up the mess until she actually saw it. That's when she got on the loud speaker and called a clean up crew over.

I profusely apologized to the line of people behind us for the pile of poop they were about to wade through while the rest of our groceries were rung up. It is very important to mention that those groceries consisted of ten jars of prunes, which happened to be on sale and are (were) a current staple in the little man's diet.

Here's the quick version of the rest of the story. Will and I run out of the store, I attempt to change him in the back seat of the car, his legs and chest are covered in poop, he takes his first car ride in only a diaper, and, ultimately, ends up in the bath tub. Only later do I address the issues of his clothes, my car, my clothes, my shoes, the Baby Bjorn, and, finally, the groceries.

And so, I'll repeat the question. Anyone need some prunes?