The Best Laid Plans ...

So last October I started this blog...well, let me back up - this blog was actually created by a friend of mine - MAC - he's awesome and knows a lot more about computers than I do...he also has a mildly frightening, moderately unhealthy but totally understandable obsession with my hair. He probably figured that he could easily distract me from filling up his inbox with my blatherings by dangling this shiny blog in front of me. I suppose the fact that I didn't actually have the know-how or where-with-all to start my own blog should have been my first clue that I wouldn't keep up with it, but there you have it. I thought it would be great to document every second of Will's life with witty blog entries and pictures.

I have yet to post any pictures. This will be my fourth post in Will's going on 8 years of life. Pathetic? Perhaps. It turns out I'm much too busy living Will's life to blog about it. But as I DO want a running record of sweet little boy happenings, I vow to get back to it! Not the way I vowed to lose the baby fat. And not the way I vowed to get hand and footprints on the 7th day of every month since Will's birth - I have one, by the way, dated the 11th of January 2004, he was a month and four days old. At least I'm consistently remiss in my duties ... I have references, available upon request.

Last Friday Will and I went to see a 3D movie at the "Dollar Movies" - which turns out to be $3.75 for 3D movies after 4pm, but still, cheaper than the "Real Movies". We went to see "Pirates - Band of Misfits". Please don't let the name fool you into thinking it was a cute little kid's movie that should have been made ... it wasn't and it shouldn't have been. But Will enjoyed it and that always makes me happy.

We went to the latest showing as I don't get off work until 7:30 p.m. It was nearly midnight when the movie let out and we started driving home. I expected Will to immediately drop off to sleep, but he didn't ... we had a nice chat:

Mama: Well, did you like the movie?

Will: Yes, it was funny! But I didn't like the one stupid pirate saying Polly was a fat parrot! She wasn't a fat parrot!

Mama: Who?

Will: Polly!

Mama: Who is Polly?

Will: The DoDo bird.

Mama: Oh, there was a DoDo bird in the movie? (Apparently I hadn't paid very close attention)

Will: The whole movie was about the DoDo bird!! (Apparently I hadn't paid ANY attention)

Mama: Hmm, oh, that fat little duck the pirate captain traded to that one guy for that stuff he wanted to use for ... um ... something?

Will: She wasn't a duck, she was a DoDo bird. You should ask for your money back!

Mama: I don't think I've ever agreed with a 7 year old boy more than I do right this second!

Will: I don't feel like a 7 year old boy...I feel like a teenager...do I look like a teenager?

Mama: (looking in the rear view mirror) ... uhhhh ... no ... no, you don't ...

Will: Well, anyway, I feel like one, being out this late. Also, if I yawn, it's not because I'm sleepy. Do you want to know why I yawn?

Mama: Sure.

Will: Because then my tears surround my eyeballs like a swimming pool and make my eyeballs feel sort of like (at this point, he put his arms up over his head and "shivered" his whole body back and forth, back and forth, slowly, slowly) and then they get numb and then sort of wooooosh, like they stretched real big.

Mama: We need to get you home to bed!

Will: But I'm not sleepy. If we ever form a bowling team will you make us uniforms?

Mama: Um...yes, I PROMISE you if we ever form a bowling team, I will, in fact, make us uniforms!

Will: Does that mean we're never going to form a bowling team?

Mama: Why do you say that?

Will: You're using the sounding voice you use when something isn't going to happen. When we get home can you draw me a picture of Polly?

Mama: I'm not very good at drawing fat little duck parrots ...

Will: She's a DoDo bird!

Mama: Fine ... we'll see.

Seconds tick by ... I look up in the rear view mirror to see my tiny "teenage" boy fast asleep ... I freeze these moments in my mind ... 4 pound Will in the incubator at 3 days old with his right ankle crossed over his left knee, his hands behind his head, I whisper his name and he turns his head toward me and smiles in his sleep --- 20 month old Will being wheeled into the operating room to have tubes placed in his ears, he's so tiny in the enormous hospital bed wearing his itty, bitty balloon covered hospital gown singing "Twinkle Twinkle Yittle Star" with the nurse as she wheels him away --- 4 year old Will pulling his Thomas back-pack across the parking lot toward his first day of school --- 5 year old Will sobbing on my lap telling me he doesn't understand why I won't marry him when he grows up, "don't you LOVE me?!" --- on and on the scenes flood my mind ... nearly 8 years' worth of living ... so many memories, so little time to blog.

I wouldn't have it any other way!