Da

So, probably when you start checking your own blog to see if someone updated it yet, you start to wonder how justfied you are, keeping a blog at all.

That's almost what I feel like, some kind of imposter writing about the kids. The month of Septemeber I spent two and a half weeks sneaking out of the house before dawn and returning long after the kids had been put to bed. So what right to I have to write about my days with Will and Emily, when the days are nonexistant? You start to wonder if it's worth it to miss that much, to go days without seeing, really seeing the kids. And meanwhile I'm still leaving the office before every one else, and feeling like there's always more work to do.

But anyway.

Enough writing about not writing eh? I'm getting flashbacks of every single journal I kept in my youth, where I'd start out writing diligently, then trickle off slowly, and finally each entry would be about how I need to write more.

Will is growing more and more into a toddler every day, tantrums and all. We finally got wise and decided to put up a baby gate so he can't get into the kitchen. It was sort of one of those slap yourself on the forehead parenting moments where you just compleately miss the obvious answer to the problem. Somehow yelling at Ian in the other room to grab Will so I could open the oven safely was eaiser than just putting up a gate. Will dealt with it okay, he was pretty upset about it for a while, but he's gotten over it and moved on to other things like climbing on top of the dining room table every ten seconds, interrupted only by climbing onto my desk, the coffee table, and eyeballing the (gulp!) bookshelves. Needless to say, Ian and I are exhausted trying to keep up with that boy. Ian especially.

But while Will continues to communicate primarily with "Uhh" and "Ehhh!", he's starting to say a few more words, and can even make animal noises.

Will's vocabulary:

"DA-DA!" - by far his favorite word, he always says it with such gusto, sometimes giving Ian a sound pat on the back as he says it)

"Ma-ma" (not as much of a favorite as da-da, he even calls me da-da when I come home from work)

"Ba-Ba" - can mean baby or if accompanied by a wave, bye-bye

"Haio" - Hello or Ha - Hi

"Na-Na" - Bananna, wich is said with as much enthuasism as da-da usually

"Poo-poo" - that one's pretty obvious

"Da" - Thank you, or yes, or that, or pretty much anything he doesn't have a word for

He also says "Woof-Woof", "Meow", "Neigh", and quacks like a duck. And, since he's a baby genius, he also knows where his eyes, tounge, belly-button, hands, and feet are.

Yeah, I know, don't worry, we're working on filling out his application to Harvard right now.