Cold Hard B**tch

So, two posts in one day is pretty crazy. But Christian told me this tidbit last night, and I had to get it down.

I was at yoga Tuesday night, and Christian was home alone with the boys for dinner and the evening routine. Apparently, the radio was on while they were eating dinner (Christian has this thing for dinner music. Always has to have something.) A song comes on. Not just any song. This song by Jet.

And Will -- who always listens so intently to music of any kind -- listens. Then he says:

"Dad, is it okay if I get down and dance?"

And he proceeds to get out of his seat, rock out (air guitar style), and then get back up to finish eating his dinner.

We may be in for one of these when Will grows up:

Raising A Winner

Will is very much into "being first" these days. First at getting his shoes on, first at going to the bathroom, first at everything. He gets very upset if he thinks he's been slighted out of his rights to first-ness -- especially if it's for the sake of fairness on our part. I'm hoping this is a stage, because it's very annoying. Just being honest here.

Also, C and I wonder if this obsession with being first is healthy for Will. So, being the good parents we are (chuckles from the peanut gallery aside), we decided to try to insert our own logic into Will's preschooler brain and wait ever so patiently for it to take hold.

And then we had this conversation in the car the other day after a friend's BBQ where a T-ball game was played and a friend Will's age got very upset about not winning, or getting struck out:

Will: "F was really mad about not winning today."
Me: "Well, you know Will, winning isn't everything. It's about having fun with your friends too."
Long, pregnant pause from the backseat.
Will: "No, Mom. You're wrong. It is everything."

Schooled again by a 3 year old in the ways of the world. Because really, he's right. In our society, in his world when he grows up -- it is all about winning. C and I looked at each other and laughed, but inside I was a little sad. Sad that even at 3, Will was already learning the logic of being best, competing for glory, bragging rights.

Maybe it's just gonna take a little more time, and a lot more work, for our other logic to sink in. Maybe.

Word....

Just a quick update on Will's progress on the talking front. These last few days have been crazy -- so many new words, and they come out so fully formed!

1. Ball -- This is now a favorite. Will has like 5 balls, of varying sizes, but his favorite by far is the adult sized basketball. It lives in the house now...
2. Bear -- Will inherited my stuffed childhood companion, know simply as Bear. She was a she when I had her, but now she's a he (go figure). Will has taken to Bear quite a bit lately, and started saying his name this week. Sounds a lot like "bar" though.
3. Bye -- Will has been saying "hi" for a while now, and this week he finally got the hang of "bye." But not just bye, it's "buh-bye." Of course.
4. Hot -- The oven is hot, pans are hot, empty pots are hot, the dishwasher is hot, food on his plate is hot. But does that mean he won't touch it? Nah!! Of course not!
5. Wow/whoa -- We say this a lot when Will does cool things (or things we think are cool). We'll say it, then he'll mimic. And sometimes, he'll say this by himself when he's playing with something he likes.

We promise pictures to come soon. We have lots in the camera, they just need to come out.