The Ham

Okay, so I didn't do a post last week so I'd better do two this week, right? Well, mostly I need to do one because Will hasn't had his fair share of blogtime. (That sounds so lame.)

So I was reading over my journal from June of this year and found some grand stuff on Will and I couldn't decide which part to put in so I decided to put it all in! It starts with Father's Day:

Tonight I was putting Will down (David was gone—had two meetings on Father’s Day night! I had to swear about that!) and before I started singing to him while he was lying in bed I was softly kissing Will’s elbow. I was kind-of doing it absent-mindedly and not giving much thought to it until he took his arm away and started blowing fiercely on his arm, turning it over and over trying to get down to his elbow. “What are you doing?” I asked him. He answered, “Nothing… (pause) trying to get something off…kisses...I don’t like them on me.”

Sheesh, sorry.

So after Will sanitized his arm, I sang him the Nephi song, “I will go, I will do, the thing the Lord commands…” and then Will told me it was time for him to sing his song. What?? Will has never sung me a song. He’s just now saying the prayer by himself! So Will launched into his own beatiful one-lined song, “The thing is a predatory thing!” Ah, music to a mother’s ears.

Yesterday at 7 Peaks (I was at 7 Peaks alone with the 4 kids—Dave was at Youth Conference) I was in the wave pool with the kids and Will morphed into some kind of animal. (I never found out which kind of animal it actually was.) He started stalking around in the water, biting the waves with his mighty jaws and scooping up fish in what must have been claws. He came over to me and told me that he was Keek-cess and that I should watch how Keek-cess swam and caught fish which I did with much interest. I’m sure everyone around us found my Keek-cess son very interesting too.

Today after church Keek-cess returned. This time Keek-cess was jumping off the fireplace mantle. And at bedtime, Keek-cess had a new improved name that Will had to say four times to get right and I had to repeat eight times to get right: Keek-a-boo-cuss-es. I wonder if he will remember that in the morning? I guess that’s why I keep a journal.

June 19, 2007 Will held up four fingers, “What does this spell?” I answered, “Four?” He corrected me, “No…cinnamon roll!” Then he held up seven fingers, “What does this spell?” Anne added her two cents and she answered, “Ten!” Will got mad, “No! I’m spelling food!” He was pretty mad and added the correct answer, “Cereal.” Lastly he held up 10 fingers, “What does this spell?” Of course I was cluelss so he explained, “Oatmeal.” Good to know.





Also on 6/19 someone tooted and added, “Excuse me.” Will responded, “You’re welcome.”