Will

Poor Will.  I feel like I've done him such a disservice on this blog!  He is certainly the product of being pulled and driven in every direction.  He is by far, so far, the most laid back.  Lately he's started embracing his role as a 2-year-old, but in his own way, and certainly much later than the others.  He has started to push limits, found a bit of defiance (which he thinks is hilarious), and get pretty angry when he doesn't get his way or has to share.  Still, he usually pulls around pretty quickly and falls back into the flow of things.  He's gone through some pretty funny quirks.  I may have already mentioned this, but he went through a significant phase where he was obsessed with any small bump and would rub them constantly.  The bump at the middle of his lip, moles, but particularly Buck's and his own nipples.  It was hysterical.  He wouldn't let me hold him for a while, a complete Daddy's boy, and I'm convinced this is why.  Poor Buck couldn't get a moment's peace if he had his shirt off.  There was one day Will was playing with a ball while shirtless.  He'd put the ball down and kick it, then quickly feel for reassurance that his nipples were still there.  He's backed off of this a bit, but still there are a few moles I have that he always rubs when I hold him or he's standing near me.  He also loves putting things in carrying boxes or bags.  First it was a pink makeup bag.  He put action figures and cars in it.  He carried it everywhere with him, under his arm like a strapless purse.  He loved unzipping it, taking the contents out to examine them, then returning them and zipping it back.  "There's something in here!" is what he always says, and wants to show what is in there.  He's graduated to a small toy box that's like a closing tool box.  Once he had it taken away for disobeying.  He had to go to bed without it.  The next morning I was looking for him and heard knocking.  I thought he was in the downstairs bathroom, maybe with Jake, but Jake was alone in there.  I realized he had let himself out into the garage.  He was knocking on the garage door because he wanted to get out to the car to get his box.  Talk about determination!  Will loves playing with his older siblings and the neighborhood kids, but is also happy to just play by himself.  During one of the Clemson football games he had an entire conversation with our stuffed animal tiger because the rest of us were engrossed in the game.  He loves imagining and playing with toys.  He is dedicated to learning which guys are the bad guys and which are the good guys.  He is very much like Ellie in his humor.  He likes to use silly voices, likes to dance and jump, and likes to be silly in general.  It's usually really funny.  His enunciation isn't perfect, but his vocabulary is staggering.  People are amazed by what comes out of his mouth, although I can't think of any specific examples right now.  He does NOT like to be called cute, but he will turn around and say, "Mom, you're adorable."  The other night after picking strawberries I was sitting on the floor putting Jake and Will to bed.  Will was feeling around my belly asking where the new baby was.  I told him the new baby was in my belly.  I grabbed at his belly to tickle it and said, "Look at your big belly!  What's in your belly?"  His response, "Strawberries."  So true, and so funny.  Will also loves to read and snuggle and fight with his brothers.  He's quite rough, and dishes back everything he takes.  He loves to laugh, and thinks just about everything is hilarious.  He likes to be held and he gives amazing hugs and kisses.  And he loves to pull his shirt over his head and run around blind with his belly sticking out.  That's my boy.