All In a Day's Work

Exhibit A:  The following is a shape sorter. Your run-of-the-mill shape sorter full of grapes. The shape sorter was what first greeted me when I ventured downstairs to Will's playroom after a fairly lengthy period of silence.

He had taken the bag of grapes from the counter where I had left them (a momentary lapse of good judgement on my part) and painstakingly removed every single grape from the stem. No small feat, considering the two-pound bag was nearly full.

I'd love to be able to get into his head when he makes these kind of decisions. I imagine his thoughts would go something like this:

"Mmmm...grapes."

"I think I'll just take them downstairs with me. If I'm really quiet and really quick, Mommy will never know."

"Now, what to do with all these delicious grapes? Maybe I'll have a few. And now I'll take all eight million of them off the stem."

"Done. What next?"

"Someplace to put them. If only I had someplace to keep them."

"Oh! I know! The shape sorter. Obviously."

"Perfect."

Exhibit B:  Here is what awaited me in the rest of the room. For starters, the stereo (that word seems hopelessly outdated, doesn't it?) that Will had disassembled the day prior because he said it "needed work". Now it really "needs work."



Exhibit C: Directly behind the disassembled radio, I found this. The digger was digging around in some coffee grounds that Will unearthed from our storage area behind the counter. At least it smelled good. And I guess it would be good for digging around in if I were three.



While I was documenting the above, Will decided to take his clothes off and do some sort of interpretative dance/rolling around/writhing about, all the while saying, "Do you want to see my crack?" Very nice.



For your visual pleasure, I present to you the other end of the playroom. You're welcome.





Both Will and Laura (and Mommy and Daddy, too) have been a little under the weather. I took a picture because this never happens. I think this may be the stillest he's been (while awake, that is) since he was born.

An impromptu photo shoot after breakfast Friday morning yielded a whopping two or three good pictures of both of them. This is the first time since Laura's been here that this has happened. Laura loves Will and Will is beginning to kind of sort of accept being the object of her adoration and affection.



I'll try to write something in the next day or so before we head off to WV for the weekend to spend it at a (different) cabin on a (different) river. Hopefully Will won't want to come back to our white house this time around.