Every now and then I get a glimpse of Will that tells me exactly who he's going to be when he grows up. And from what I can see, I expect him to be a lot like me. He appears rather goofy and silly at times, bossy and stubborn, fiercely independent. He is not at all the laid-back baby I imagined. Without a doubt, he will grow up to be nobody's fool. I am so proud of this boy.
We are still celebrating fall. We're loving our cooler weather. Our pumpkins. Our mums. Our hay bale. Periodically Mike will say, "There's a hay bale in the front yard." Part silliness, part disbelief. This cracks me up completely.
At the risk of sending this blog into farm overload.... We went to a farm today! More animals to feed; more fun to be had.
This llama (alpaca?) so reminded me of Austin Powers, I half expected him to ask if I fancied a shag, followed by a series of "Yeah, Baby"s.
Last Wednesday, Will was all, "Walking? Sure!" and now he's all "Walking? No, thank you." Despite regular encouragement and prodding, he has refused to take a single step.
But since being introduced 2 weeks ago, Dude is all about his buddy, Mr. Peanut Butter.