let the record show

that will eats again!

in the last week, he has added deep dish pizza, green peppers, nectarines, oranges, grilled chicken, rice, macaroni and cheese, and spinach tortellini to his diet.

there is hope.  at last.

in addition to his maturing taste buds, will's vocabulary is developing in leaps and bounds. 

he took bean to the butt today (vet), went to the b*tch with papa and nana this weekend (beach), and takes sh*ts of water when he's thirsty (sips).

we have other, less "french" words, too - there are ca-booses and tuddels (tunnels), auditors (elevators), mama's cah and daddy's cah, noo shoos (and old shoes), puters and peeboo bah (computers and peekaboo barn).  really, there's too many to list, and he's stringing more words together everyday.  colin and i are constantly looking at each other in wonder and marveling with pride at his extraordinarily busy, curious, growing mind.

also, and perhaps more importantly, he's a nice, nice boy.  he blows his friends kisses when they leave and greets strangers with a smile.  last week, when he said "bye bye yady," to a woman at the grocery store, she commented that he just seemed like a good person.  i said, "i think so," and she replied, "i know so."  she might have been a little nutty, but that's okay.  will loves the world and the world loves will back. 

and then, this morning, there was the incident of the little red wagon.  i fear the little red wagon showed me a glimpse of what's to come.  at first, all was good.  will spotted the red wagon in his closet, so i got it out for him.  he climbed into and out of it, and i pulled him around the condo.  he put some toys in it, and took the toys out.  suddenly, things turned darker.  and i have absolutely no idea why.  as far as i could tell the wagon was cooperating.  but will lost it.  sobbing, screaming, utterly inconsolable.  circling the wagon with a crazed look in his eye, lifting its handle and dropping it dramatically, shoving the wagon on its side and pulling it upright again.  yelling at lung capacity, tears streaming down his face.  totally unhinged.  i put the wagon back in the closet, but will fell further apart, throwing himself on the floor and kicking and crying in mysterious wagon torture.  so we got the wagon back out, which did not help one bit.  our inexplicable wagon tantrum continued, and ended only when we left the condo.  by then, the front of will's shirt was wet and stained with tears, and his cry was dotted with hiccups.  as he walked out the door, i snuck back inside and hid the wagon in the laundry room, where it still sits.

i guess sometimes little red wagons just rub you the wrong way.

that's my boy, and that's always been my boy.  intense, smart, joyful, and kind.  learning and growing one auditor ride, one round of peeboo bah, and one little red wagon, at a time.