See, I’ve managed to stretch out the Christmas letter over the span of a week now…

In two months’ time, William will be one year old. I expect a big kerfluffle will result, at the end of which, he’ll have some new clothes, toys, books, and/or music. At the end of the day, he’ll continue in his ignorant bliss, playing with whatever is at hand, and wearing whatever his parents pull out of his dresser drawer. He’ll continue to giggle, and cry, crawl, and walk. He’ll still be a baby. (Just so you’re not alarmed, he’s not walking yet.)

Sometime around mid-July, we’ll probably take young William camping. He already likes being in a tent quite a bit (though the definition of tent in this case is just a blanket over his head, and not an actual tent) I suspect he’ll enjoy running around - because he’ll probably be running by then.

Next fall, William will not be heading back to school - in fact, he couldn’t even if he wanted to, since he’s never been to school. He’ll still be too young for it. Yup - even though he’ll be talking some, he won’t be at the Readin’ Writin’ and ‘Rithmatic stage just yet.

Sometime around a year from now, William will be having his second Christmas. He’ll probably get scared of Santa still, but he’ll accept it if it means he gets a toy. He’ll probably open some of his presents before Christmas, only to have his parents catch him, and wrap them up again. What a little troublmaker I imagine he’ll be.

Somewhere along the line, Erin, William and I will make trips to Manitoba, Alberta, and maybe somewhere else (though I doubt it) to visit with friends and family. Yup, 2004 looks like it’s going to be a good year. I can wait the 12 days though.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Happy birthday Freddy, and may all your disgraces be, uh, private.” - Mayor Quimby