daddy's hat

will has a new favorite thing: daddy's hat. what's most amazing about this is that it almost fits his head.

gymboree angst

to gymboree or not to gymboree? that is the question. since will was a wee four-months-old, we've been visiting gymbo the clown on a weekly basis. we sing songs (sittin' in my high chair, my chair, high chair!), we blow bubbles (reach! reach!), we play under the parachute, we climb on colorful mats, and, of course, we dance with gymbo the clown, that raggedy, magical little puppet. as another mom said to me in class this week, "it's like crack for babies."

at $90 a month, it's an expensive drug. in fact, we've tried to quit before. twice. most recently, just a couple of weeks ago. but if you saw the smile on will's face when his teacher pulls out the busy box, or the look of sheer joy he gets when gymbo makes his grand entrance, you wouldn't be able to quit either.

we're yours, gymbo. all yours.

mr. handsome

sigh.