First, Will is 13 months old now. He's got 6 teeth, says mama, dada, bye, and the other night he said Bible! Awesome! I show him the Bible everyday and sing him a little song. He loves it. He is walking and loving every minute of it. He is in to everything. Just the other day we wised up and put child locks on all of the kitchen cabinets (best thing we have ever done). When Will realized that ALL of the cabinets were locked, he threw a fit (and I mean a HUGE fit, like we had ruined his life fit). He's getting pretty good at that now, especially when he hears that ever dreaded word, NO! We like to call him the Tasmanian Devil. He moves through the house like a little tornado, wreaking havoc on anything that gets in his path. He has learned how to flush the toilet and loves to do it every chance he gets. That shoe made it into the toilet.
The other day I was sitting at the table reading the paper and Will was playing in the laundry room. A few minutes passed and I noticed that I hadn't heard much out of him. I looked up from the table and into the laundry room and Will was gone.
He was on the back porch....had made his way out the doggy door, with the dog's food bowl. You'll notice it in his right hand in the picture above...TAZ (that's how I'll be referring to our little Tasmanian Devil) He has since made it out several more times. The other day I was putting laundry in the washing machine and Taz crawled right on out, in the POURING RAIN! He didn't care.
Which brings me to my next point...Will loves the bath, SOLO. You put anyone else in there with him and he throws one of those "you are ruining my life" fits I was talking about earlier.
Taz has become quite the climber. He goes up and down the porch stairs and has discovered the dog stairs that lead up to our bed. He favorite place to play is on our bed. He loves to jump!
Lately the weather here has been beautiful. Our local BBQ festival, Whistle Stop, is in a few weeks. Some of our best friends have a team, "Why You Grilling Me Dog?". We have been spending most of our Saturday nights grubbing on some good BBQ in preparation for the big festival! Good Luck Guys!
Pat has been hard at work on his BABY.....Doris, the car. That's right, his car has a name. She's named after his late mother who probably thinks he is nuts! Just kidding. I'm the one that thinks he's nuts.