Will was a hugaholic.
Will also "shaved" with Lorne.
Except instead of using a razor he used a straw.
On Monday, Will & Evie sat together while we read stories.
While Will was trying to fall asleep at nap time, I overheard him talking. He was making up a conversation between Mr. Lion and the Day Out with Thomas train he got last week (that he's been sleeping with).
"Thomas, your face looks like a turtle."
"No it doesn't Mr. Lion, that's not very nice."
"Yes Thomas, in fact your face looks like a turtle."
"Mr. Lion! You stop not being very nice to me!"
He started saying "in fact" and we can't figure out where he picked it up. Last week while reading "Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late," when the pigeon asked for a glass of water, instead of saying "no!" (like you're supposed to to all the pigeon's requests), Will said, "In fact Daddy, I would also like a glass of water, just like the pigeon."
After nap time, Will had a fever and Evie's eye was all goopy and everyone was sad. No pictures of this. But because of the sickness, we let Will watch the Sprout channel at night - a first for him. It seems the Sprout channel's evening programming is called "the Good Night Show", and it has this weird stuffed star puppet:
When I turned it on, Will kept talking about "that old piece of cheese." He thought the star was an old piece of cheese puppet. Then after awhile, when the lady kept addressing it as "Star," Will turned to me and said, "Mommy you were wrong, it's a star, not an old piece of cheese." I didn't tell him it was cheese!
On Tuesday, Evie's eye was too goopy for pictures. No, really. It was gross. I read somewhere that breastmilk can help clear up conjunctivitis (seriously!) so after I finished feeding Evie when I got home from work, I figured I'd try dripping some in her eye; if it didn't work I could use some pumped milk and a dropper. But getting it in her eye seemed easier than I thought it would be, and it helped! And then I went to do the same before she went to bed on Tuesday night, except the, um, flow of breastmilk was a little stronger than it had been earlier. Instead of dripping some in her eye, I shot milk all over her face, into her ear, down her neck, and onto the chair we were sitting in. It was like a damn fire hose.
On Wednesday, Evie was excited.
No. REALLY excited.
Also, Will played a game that involved running at and then jumping on Mommy (despite the fact that he'd been sick to his stomach earlier). This is about what an hour of my night looked like:
On Thursday, we watched the Huskies beat UCLA.
Evie thought it was kind of a nailbiter.
On Friday, Evie rolled over for the first (and only) time. We tried to get her to recreate the event so we could have video evidence, but she refused. So we just have this one picture of her right before she flipped.
On Saturday, we overslept. Which would have been fine, except that Laurel had a craft show. We'd packed everything up the night before, so Lorne took one car down to the show and set everything up while Laurel got the kids up and dressed and fed Evie, then we swapped. Lorne took the kids to the science museum. Later, Nate, Miranda, and Zayley arrived! Hooray! Will and Zayley played together and it was adorable (even when they cried about something), then Grandma Gail and Grandpa Bill and Grandma Jo all came down for dinner.
There is no photographic proof that any of this happened, so you'll just have to take our word for it.
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