Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Freckle Face

Dear William,
Sorry about the title of this post, but I figure it is only a matter of time before you are called this and I thought I should be the first. I was called freckle face growing up and it never bothered me. Mostly because it is true, I have freckles on my face. And now so do you.

I showed them to you and you said you liked them. I am glad. People are always telling you how much they love your hair and your response is, "I know". You used to say thank you but I think since so many people tell you, you really feel like you already know. Your hair is getting pretty long. I trimmed it a little in the back before church but your dad and I are holding out for warmer weather and then going to do the annual buzz.

Maybe you will be okay with it because that is like Buzz Lightyear. That is one thing about you William, you are loyal to your movies and characters. Here you are in your Buzz jammies with your Woody toy.

This was a very sweet way to find you sleeping. Usually we find you in some pretty strange positions like this -

or this. And yes, I think that is pen on your arm.
You love being a brother and for the most part have lots of fun with Gracie although I do have to admit that you seem to enjoy terrorizing her and making her scream. Hopefully that will get better.

You love sweets, luckily they are not in the house all that often or that is all you would ask for. This picture was taken right before you told me the cookies I made were perfect. You are always giving such good compliments. You are always telling me and Gracie how pretty we look, especially if we are in a skirt or a dress. You LOVE it when I wear a skirt. Because it is cold out I wear pants now and you usually tell me I need to put a skirt on or ask me if I am wearing a skirt.
You love to ride your bike and are getting better and better at it all the time.

There is a path you take that circles the house and you just keep going around and around.

You have become fascinated with letters and numbers and are pretty good at writing them. One of your videos starts with the letters D-V-D popping up individually. When this happened you named each one correctly and I told you what a good job you did. Then you said, “Am I such a good letter-man?” And of course I said, “Yes.” You love writing your name and even wrote it on our dinning room chair. It was written with your favorite color (orange) and it is hard to see except the parts where you tried to "erase" it (that means you scribbled harder in the attempt to get it off because you knew you should not do it).
Daddy found a pair of little nail scissors in the drawer where we keep them, but they were all black on the end and kind of bent. He asked if I knew what happened to them.
I told him to check all the outlets in the bathroom to see if any had black on them and sure enough there was a little bit of black coming out of one of the holes. We had just had a lot of kids over at our house so we figured one of them must have done it. I called you into the bathroom and showed you the black and our conversation went like this, “did someone put something in there?” and you said, “yeah, I did.” “What did you put in there?” “The little scissors” “did you get an owie, did it hurt?” “No, orange and yellow stuff was coming out of there, but I watched out.” “When did you do this?” “When Elleigh was here, she was going potty.” That means it was over a few weeks ago.
We call you our little monkey. And for good reason.
You ask me to sing your special song every night lately and I love it. I want you to know, "I will".
Love,
Your Mom

2 comments:

Brittney Burton said...

You are such a good mom! Thanks for updating the yw blog! You do such a good job with it!

Lindsey & Brett said...

What a little cutie William is. And there's nothing wrong with being a freckle face :)

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