Tuesday, May 31,2005
Remarkably mature, but still a two year old.

William was awake as I was getting ready for work this morning. He’s at that stage where he likes to help, and he likes to ask questions. First, he was going to help me get my belt (”but I’m already wearing a belt, William”) then he thought I should wear a tie (”but I’m already wearing a tie, William”) Then he followed me downstairs, peppering me with questions the whole way. I don’t remember what most of them were, but they were along the lines of “what are you doing with your shoes?”

After I had my shoes on, I realized there was a stone in one of them, so I took it off and took the stone out. William wanted to know all about the stone - how it got there, what it was doing there, why I took it out, where it came from etc. I felt bad because I really like spending time with him when he’s inquisitive like that, but I had to go, leaving his final question unanswered. I think he’s started to miss me when I’m at work.

When I came home yesterday, Erin was sitting on the recliner with a child sleeping on each side of her lap. William was sprawled, and Julia was cuddled up close. Shortly after I sat down, William woke up, opened his eyes and saw me, all without moving anything but his eyelids. The way he was laying left his head upside down, and he spread his face into a huge grin. “You’re home from work!” he said. He smiled while laying there for a few more minutes, and then we were off to “play in the playroom.” I really have to post some pictures when I get home - except the camera card is at my parent’s place in the camera… Hmmmm.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I don’t want you playing with something with such awful hair. Awful, awful hair.” - Marge

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