18 Months Already!

Time has flown by since my little guy came into our family. Will is such a wonderful addition to our lives. When he was younger he was so mellow and laid-back. Not anymore! He has changed so much in the last couple of months. Sometimes Dave and I look at each other and ask, "What happened to our sweet little angel?" He is very active and loves to climb, jump, run, yell, throw things, etc. He is all boy. I always thought it was weird when people would say that, but it's true. He is so much different than Megan was at his age. Right now he really likes cars and balls. He actually has a pretty good arm. Dave thinks he is athletic...and does not attribute that to himself. When Meg was potty training we bribed her with Cars from the movie Cars. Then I got a little into collecting them myself, so we have a really big bin of them. That is one sure fire way of making him happy. When you get the bin out of the closet he starts giggling and gets so excited. He carries them around everywhere. One of the monumental things about turning 18 months is that you get to go to nursery. Meg went so easily and I always looked at the parents whose kids wouldn't with pity. Now, Dave and I are those parents. His first day of nursery I was so excited. I took him into his class and the teachers weren't there yet. I have to set up for Young Womens and have to do that pretty quickly after sacrament is over so I don't have much time to waste. Some other dads were in the class with their kids and they said that they would stay with the kids until the teachers came. Big mistake! About 5-10 minutes later a lady in my ward brings me Will who is bawling and said that she found him wandering the hall. He had tripped and hit his head and was crying. So, after that moment he absolutely will not go to nursery. It's horrible. We don't know what we're going to do. I'm sure one day he'll be okay. We'll see how long it takes.


Will is a pretty small little guy. At his 18 month check up he weighed 23 pounds (50th percentile) and was 32 inches long (25th percentile). Meg was always in the 95-97th percentile in height and weight so it's weird to see this lean little guy running around. He is awesome and we wouldn't trade him for the world...well, maybe on Sundays but that's the only time. We love you Gus!