J/K... LOL! (Just for you Kayla)

Every night, Wil goes to sleep around 7:00. He's such a trooper. Bedtime is heaven, really. We eat dinner, play, have a fun bath & then hit the sack (yes, it's pretty much my bedtime too). Most nights, I lay Wil down & he instantly snuggles his blanket and sucks his Nonnie... most nights. Some nights, although few and far between, WIL SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER. For no apparent reason at all.

Now, on these nights my Mommy-mode kicks into high gear. "Let him cry", I tell myself. "He has to learn to settle himself down!" "LET HIM CRY!" "I will let him cry." Ooooh, it's just so hard.

Sometimes Adam buckles & heads up the flight of stairs to Wil's room. But, and here's the but... everytime I shamefully head for the stairs and reach the top, I find this:

Why does he do this to me? I think he's faking. I really do. I think he's faking and secretly laughing at me.

Leaf. Meet Wil.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Wil's been talkin' up a storm lately (maybe he's more like me than we thought). Usually his babble consists of "DaDaDaDa" over and over again. All I have to say is it sure is getting loud around here! Take a look at this!

P.S. It took me nearly 1 full year to figure out how to post video clips to my blog. I'm obsessed! It's soooo much fun. If you thought I was crazy when it comes to pictures of my child - look out! Now I can upload VIDEO... woohoooie!

A Day at the Farm!

Adam and I decided to take Wil to a pumpkin patch today, although we weren't really in the mood - it was 85 degrees! Who wants to go for a hay ride, pick out pumpkins and drink warm apple cider when it's that HOT outside?!?

 We visited a pumpkin "farm" only a few miles from our house and were pleasantly surprised that it was actually more 'farm' than 'patch'. It had pleny of photo opps for me too! What else can a 6 month old do at a farm other than let his Mom take millions of pictures of him?!?!

Here's Wil meeting the goats...

and the donkey!

We tried to stay for a while, but got bored rather quickly. We ventured on home to spend the rest of the afternoon in our shaddy, backyard. We had a great time together!

Wil is getting more and more fun each day. He giggles, explores EVERYTHING (grass is his latest obsession), and loves to be around his Mom and Dad. He's also getting a bit of a temper. There. I said it. I'm finding it shocking, but true. He screams if he wants "up" or if you take a toy away from him (particularly his cup in the bath tub when it's time to rinse his hair). He also arches his back when he's tired. As if to say, "enough already. PUT ME DOWN!" I guess it's a good thing. I can tell he's starting to become his own person. I just hope he remembers who's in charge... ME! :)

Your Baptism, Baby!

We celebrated Wil's baptism last weekend on October 2 (can someone remind me to light that candle every year)! We had a small get-together with the Grandmas & Grandpas, Auntie Kayla and Uncle Tony. Great Grandma Keller was there too... Wil is one lucky little man!

Wil was a trooper throughout much of the ceremony. He particularly loved his white, silk tuxedo!

He did great during the sprinkling of the Holy Water too. We're lucky he didn't try to jump into that little tub- you know how he is with bath time!

Wil with his Godfather - Uncly Tony and Godmother - Aunt Kayla. (I think THEY look alike!)

Wil also got some pretty special presents in honor of his big day. It was the first time he really seemed interested in them. It was actually a lot of fun to watch. Here's what we were able to capture... too cute!

Thank you to everyone who helped us celebrate this wonderful day. We love you!

No Daddy, No!

Adam thinks it would be the coolest thing in the world if Wil could WALK - probably because he's so small! I often find the two of them like this:

They practice and practice all the time; Gravel usually follows them around too. I try to tell Adam that Wil is going to walk soon enough. I, of course, would prefer that he stay 6 months old forever. I don't ever need him to crawl, walk, or even talk (with the exception of saying, "I LOVE MY MOMMY"). Is this normal?

Brrrr...

It's getting chilly here in Wisconsin, but don't worry, we're ready! I've had this hat and mitten set since Wil was born - along with an adorable snowsuit, but that was jumpin' the gun just a bit - it was only 50 degrees. Adam wondered if he was big enough, "of course", I said. "His head is HUGE"! As usual, Wil was all for it and smiled for the camera! (You'd think he'd be sick of me by now)!

P.S. Thanks for all of the support friends... I really needed it. It's hard dealing with something like this on your own.

1/2 Old!

Wil is 6 months old today and it has been by far the BEST 6 months of my life! I can't believe my little man is growing up... I wish he could stay small forever, well sometimes. He is becoming so much fun and life is getting easier each and every day.

He can sit on his own. He loves to bounce in his jumperoo (I can't believe I first put him in that at only 10 weeks). He sleeps from 7pm-5am every night. He loves cereal, applesauce, bananas, peas, and carrots (just to name a few). He smiles at everyone and everything and he's just now starting to giggle, which has quickly become my most favorite sound in the world.

We went to the doctor today to find out the inevitable... he's still small (in the 18th percentile for both height and weight), but he is growing wonderfully considering where he came from (5 lbs. 7 oz. at his smallest)! He does, however, have a rather large head, which we already knew as well! :)

Here are the stats:

Weight: 15lbs. 9 oz.

Height: 25.5 inches

New Tricks!

Check out this sweet move my Dad invented. That's me sitting in his hand! I'm really good at balancing! 

We think it's fun! Did you know I use to be sooo small that I could almost fit in the palm of his hands!?!

Yep! That's me a long time ago. I was only 5 1/2 pounds in this picture... I couldn't do anything then!

Mommy can't believe how much I've grown!

Vintage Bibs

Wil. Wearing 23-year-old Oshkosh bibs that belonged to my brother. Apparently my Mom just couldn't get rid of them. We love them, can't you tell! Thanks Uncle Tony!