Jeans and Shovel

The other day I was getting Will dressed to go to playgroup. I laid out his shirt and jeans. Actually, I think that he might have picked them and laid them out. He's starting to pick out clothes, and he's doing a good job of matching things up. Anyway, after we put his shirt on, he said, "We need to put on my beads." I was thinking he was referring to his Mardi Gras beads. I'm like, "What?" Then, he said, "No. Beans." Now I'm really confused. As my mom says, "Does Will even know what a bean is?" If you don't know, Randy hates every kind of bean. Then, I realized he was saying jeans. I'm not used to him calling them that, because we always call them pants. One day I must have called them jeans, so he thinks he needs to call them that too. He picks up everything.

Randy went to Wal-mart and bought a shovel yesterday. As we went to playgroup this morning, Will asks, "Where's Dad's shooel?" It took me a couple of attempts to repeat what he was saying before I realized that he was saying shovel. It's amazing how children's vocabulary increases so dramatically at this age.

They Succeeded!

Those Picture People! I went in to get Jack's pictures done. He has only had professional pictures taken when he was 3 months, so I wanted to do them now that he's 7 months. Last time we got our pictures done, they came out with pictures all framed and matted and beautiful. We didn't buy any of those, of course, because they were way too expensive. But...today they did it to me again and said that if you buy one of those then you get 5 free sheets. So, they succeeded! I spent more than I should have. Of course I can justify the purchase in many different ways, but in the end I have a great picture of my little baby and several sheets too. I sure love my bug! (By the way, he did so good at his photo session!)

I Love My Bug!

I'm not sure why, but I refer to Jack as my "bug" sometimes. I always give him kisses and say, "I love my bug!" He will be 7 months on Wednesday. Time truly flies. He is in the 50th percentile for height and weight. He was closer to the 75th percentile for head size. He weighed 18 lbs 8 oz at his 6 month check-up. Will weighed only 28 pounds at that check up. Jack may soon surpass his brother.

Last night we are officially saying that Jack crawled. It was only an army crawl, but it was forward and on his tummy. He started sitting up on his own about 3 weeks ago. I'm so proud of him.

He sometimes spends the last couple hours of sleep on our bed. The other day when he woke up, he started talking to Randy. He was saying, "Hi Da da da da...Hi Da da da da." We know that he doesn't know what he's saying, but it sure was pretty cool. He definitely loves his Da da da da.

Skip in My New

A while ago, I played a CD with "Skip to My Lou" on it, and Will and I skipped around while we listened to it. Will loves to, as he puts it, Skip Skip Skip in my New (sometimes it sounds like he's saying nude).

Another mistake Will makes in saying something is the cereal Captain Crunch. He has referred to it as Crappin Crunch. It's the little things in life that make you smile. :)

What's That Sound, Mommy?

Will has an amazing sense of sound. He can hear everything. Like today at church, he could hear the squeaking door open at the back of the chapel and he turned to look to see who was coming in. He hears cars, me-mail trucks, garbage trucks, motorcycles, and airplanes outside. He always puts his hand in cupping shape up to his cheek (not his ear) and ask, "What's that sound, Mommy?" Sometimes I'll say that I don't know and he'll say that it's "probably" a motorcycle. He uses the word probably a lot lately. Anyway, he usually recognizes the sound properly. He knows the sound of the garage door opening, the refrigerator, the computer, and the list goes on and on. If he were in Elder's Quorum a couple of weeks ago, he would have asked Daddy, "What's that sound?" after Jack passed gas (several times) during the lesson. Apparently the men all got a kick out of it. Most be a guy thing.

Eat, Scream and Be Merry

Jack has started eating solid foods. He opens his mouth as we bring the spoon to his mouth and yells/squeels as it gets closer. It's like he can't open his mouth and just eat, he's got to make noise as he opens his mouth. I've discovered that if I don't let him get his sounds out first, the sounds will come out with food flying all over the place. He definitely is excited to be part of the eating experience at the dinner table now. I predict that he will not be a picky eater like his brother is. We will see.

Frosty the Snowman....bop bop bop bop

Will has been watching Frosty the Snowman, the movie, during the holiday season. He really seems to like it. He tells us that things make him all "wishy washy." He also sings the song to us. We were driving somewhere and as he sang it Randy and I got a good laugh out of it. This is Will's version of the song:

Frosty the Snowman was a happy (high pitched) jolly soul
With a pine cone something bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bawwwp

He has inherited his Dad's (and sometimes Mom's) ability to make up songs with whatever words and whatever tune that he wants to.