Will

Will is such a funny little kid. He's sneaky, being the younger brother and all, so we always have to keep an extra eye on him. He's been so funny lately.

Watching Sam leave for preschool. He loves playing with Sam, so it's always sad when he has to go. But then I put Will in bed, and then he's sad that it's naptime.

He somehow managed (after coating himself in yogurt) to get one arm through the neck of his shirt. He decided to use a backscratcher to get the lights. It didn't work.

This kid loves his shoes. He loves to wear Sam's shoes lately, especially his snow boots. Sometimes we have to let him nap in his shoes because he gets really mad if we try to take them off. We choose our battles. Shoes in bed is something we care about much less than other things. Like getting a good nap. We care a lot about that.

Mike bought Molly and her soon-to-be buddy matching UofU sets. It came with a hat, booties, bib, onesie, and a blanket. The size on the box said 3-9 months, but the booties fit Will, and Mike could even squeeze the hat onto his head.

Mike has an indoor bike trainer, and Will likes to go downstairs and spin the back wheel. The tire makes his hands black. His hands make his face black.

Like father, like son.