an update on my little klingon
Will took a knock to the head a month ago (he and Nic were running and Will slammed the door in Nic’s face, it bounced off Nic’s knee and slammed Will in the face). It immediately swelled up into a giant lump and he had a red line down the middle. No bleeding, but the stress of the giant lump was enough that the line hasn’t gone away and I’m worried it will be a scar. More worrisome was the fact that the lump got smaller, but hasn’t gone away. So Nic took him to the doctor yesterday (I had a photo shoot) and it sounds like quite an adventure.
Nic says that Will was very well behaved–maybe the best behaved that he has ever been. He had his head x-rayed (apparently the x-ray tech was super patient and between getting Will to kiss the wall [which he found appropriately bizarre] and getting him to smell it, they got some good x-rays).
The doctor thinks that the lump will eventually go away, but he DOES have a ridge in that spot (which he thinks is why it swelled up so quickly, so large, and has taken so long to go away). The other option is that he fractured that spot and it calcified over. But the doctor thought that was unlikely, since it’s right in the middle of one of the hardest parts of his body, and if he’d fractured it he would have passed out and it would have been a much bigger deal. Nic asked if it was because of the plates of his head fusing together too quickly (we had a friend whose baby that happened to) and he said no–this spot is right in the middle of a plate–the plates are higher up.
Which leaves us with the fact that Willie B is a bit of a freak with a klingon-like forehead. And after a lot of poking and proding of our foreheads this morning, we decided he gets it from me. (FRICK!)
other exclamations that crack me up
“Oh man!” and “Ah Geez!”
Makes me feel like I don’t swear as much as I thought I did, hearing all these PG sentiments coming out of Will’s mouth!
wow! cool!
One of my favorite things that Will says is: “Wow! Coooool!”
a sad hippo
Will loves his Hungry Hungry Hippos game. Each of the hippos has a different eye sticker with various eye expressions. One of them has a dazed and confused expression that could easily be seen as sad if you are two. The other night Will looked at that hippo (the orange one) and said “Sad.” “Po. Sad.” We told him that the hippo was okay, but he wasn’t buying it. He kept saying “sad. po.” and gave it a hug.
The next day he refused to play on the orange one, saying “no. sad.” “sad. po.” And when I tried to play on the orange one, I got pushed aside. “SAD!” “NO!”
What a caring little boo he is!
all grown up
Yesterday I stopped by the liquor store to pick up cheapie rum for my rum cake (not wanting to make a $20 cake). I went to the usual place, but it’s been a while (I’m sure they miss us) and a new lady was working at the front counter. As I approached with my $7 bottle of rum and credit card, she looked at me and asked to see my id. I handed it over and she looked totally surprised as she did the math. “Oh, you’re TOTALLY fine” she said. Apparently she thinks I look 20 years old, which may just keep me from having a quarter life crisis next month. 
prettied up pictures
I posted some prettied up pictures from my parents’ visit on the business blog today. Will looked particularly adorable that day. 
My first wedding of the year is tomorrow–I’m going it solo, so that will be strange!
We went to the zoo yesterday and realized that Will would be perfectly content if the zoo consisted only of the hippo/penguin/snake/fish house. He just ran back and forth and back and forth in that little room–totally overwhelmed by what to pick to look at.
I need more zoo, though. I’m not happy until I see the cute little tree porcupine. And Nic needs to see the bears. So maybe we get our money’s worth out of our membership after all.
a weiner for a tail
For the last few months, Will has been very interested in tails. Who has them, who doesn’t. What they look like, if they’re yucky. Last night at bedtime he looked at his weiner, grabbed it, looked at me with the light of recognition on his face, and exclaimed:
“Tail!”
pictures updated
I have finished uploading a bunch of new pictures (just one last batch from the zoo with Heather and Erik to go). They uploaded strangely, so even if you’ve seen the ones on the 1st page, you might have missed some farther back. My absolute favorites are of will riding the little kiddie rides in Manitou.
Discs with prettied up versions will go out to our visitors soon!
the first big hail storm of the season
I had forgotten about last spring’s plant-killing hail storms until one shredded Nic’s back garden today.
It’s that time of year. Thunderstorms and hail.
Last night we had the most amazing lightning storm. I had all the windows in the house open and woke up to fierce wind. I went to close the windows and spied the most beautiful lightning storm in the distance. It was pretty far away–I couldn’t hear thunder, and the sky other than that one cloud storm was totally clear, so you had beautiful black skies and stars and then a giant cloud that lit up constantly with lightning. I woke up Nic to look, but he was sans glasses and one eyelid was practically swollen shut, so I was the only one who got to witness the majesties.
25 before I’m 25
I booked our 25th wedding today. We started our wedding business four months ago!
We announced a price increase a couple of weeks ago, so we have been crazy busy with bookings and consults for the last couple of weeks (hence the unintential blog silence). I’m getting caught up on accounting and sales taxes and proofing and personal photos now. I’m uploading a bunch of photos tonight and tomorrow to the usual place from my mom and dad’s visit and Nan and E’s visit. (Both visits were huge hits that Will talks a lot about…and insists on seeing pictures of). Will is starting to remember who gave him presents–he knows the toys my mom and dad got him. Heather and Erik also brought him presents (some from them, some from Joan), and Will knows this, because he talks about them when he sees them. (Sucks for Joan, apparently you have to be present to get credit for a gift in Will’s world.)
Summer has arrived all of a sudden and my attempt to hold out for a few more weeks on the air conditioning lost hard core today as Nic flipped the switch to “cool” for a few hours today (in spite of my budget nazi protests). We are into the world of otter pops and sunscreen, which reminds me of why I’m not actually a summer fan: it is such a sticky season when you’re a mom.
I got wildly into the Twilight book series a week or so ago. (didn’t help the blog silence) Had to borrow the sequels from our fifteen year old neighbor, and I’m not as ashamed as Nic thinks I should be. I asked Nic if he would take me to the Twilight movie that comes out in December or if I would have to go with said teenage neighbor. He said he would take me. (I know this had nothing to do with love and sacrifice and everything to do with the fact that he is wildly curious about what could have me so obsessed.) Everyone I has to read the books, but if any of you dare go into that whole “Jacob is better than Edward” world…well, you better take that crap to someone else. I skipped over a good 300 pages of the second book (wikipedia filled me in, thank you very much) because I wasn’t about to waste three hours reading pages that weren’t about Bella and Edward.
I am so grateful that I didn’t hear about the books until now, because if I had started reading them when everyone else had, then I would have had to wait so much longer to see how it all ends. Now, I just have to wait until midnight on August 1st. (Which has me in a tiny bit of a panic because I’m shooting an Indian wedding Aug 1-2…so thank god for the internet spoilers I’m counting on is all I can say about that….or you’d have one distracted photographer.)
On the subject of Willie: he’s good. Sticky, but good. Already turning his summer brown. Working off his latest bumps and scrapes (they have me a little nervous because I don’t want them to turn into scars, but a ton of sun doesn’t exactly help that). He had his two year appointment and got the check of approval. The doctor couldn’t believe he was potty trained, but since I couldn’t check off “uses plurals” I figure it all evened itself out. Of course this means nothing, but so far according to his chart they think his always-at-the-top-of-the-growth-chart-ness will out-importance his mother-bringing-down-his-father’s-height factor and have him at 6′2″.
He has a new nanny that we like a lot, and he’s very into drawing with chalk in the backyard. He loves having Nic around all the time! And he would eat three hotdogs at every meal if I let him (I draw the line at 2).
