It's going to be a football party. Of course, the lollipop was simply a tool, used to distract Will from trying to figure out what the hell was on his head.
And while I tried to keep these photos underwrap, I just couldn't help but share a little early.
It looked like this today.
Will and I took a drive to Fredericksburg.
Will, this is where your parents met almost six years ago. They met through friends. One was named Vodka.
And THIS, Dear Heart, is where you were born.
The plan was to meet our new friends from swim class at an indoor amusement center. And when I pulled into a shopping center that I'd never want to find myself at after dark, I should've known. Or maybe the giveaway was the fact that it's situated next to a chinese restaurant that sounds suspiciously like a certain four letter word that ISN'T blog appropriate.
This was no place we wanted to be. Eh, we high-tailed it to the mall instead.
But instead of shopping, we let the boys climb around the playground area.
The Chickfila cow even made an appearance.
Despite the fact that he was totally creepy, Will loved him.
Yes, Cow. Yes, I will eat mor chikin.
And for this mom, no trip to the mall is complete without a slice of pizza from Sbarro's.
My new mom friend: What are you taking pictures of?
Will's new buddy, Cameron, is 10 months older. They had a good time. Despite Will looking like he's kicking ass and taking names in these pictures.
I can already see the report card comment coming my way: Does not play well with others.
This afternoon we took Ellie to the vet for a possible kidney stone, which, thank goodness, she doesn't have. But, OH, how she loved saying hi to the biggest creature she could find in the waiting room.
Take good notes, Little Monkey.