Thats enough of that...

So I get an email letting me know that someone has commented on my blog about my son...

What they had to say was... immature, vulgar, and if I had their address they would be receiving a visit from me.

I've disabled comments on this blog, not that I update it anymore, but I won't have anybody talking about my son.

Greetings from the lake!

Well, dad and I left out yesterday and drove all the way to the lake (he only let me steer the car since I can't reach the pedals yet). We got here late lastnight and I didn't sleep too well through the night, but did make it all the way to 7:30 this morning.

After a lovely breakfast of cinnamon rolls and milk ( I do love milk ), dad and I played with the BAAALLLLLL in the yard with my cousin Tryston I was ready to have some lunch. The only problem is my granddaddy was going to grill some hotdogs, on a grill he hadn't put together yet.

We finally ate some yummy sausage and potatoe salad, I had some green stuff (some something as Tryston used to call it) I was ready for another nap. I had two naps, two hours each, and still went to bed at the normal time.

Dad and granddaddy went fishing and caught some mosquito bites, but no fish. Well, thats my first road trip with dad so far. I wish he'd have gotten a sunroof though, lastnight I thought it'd be fun to catch some bugs.

Ben: Well Mary, as you can see we are still alive, and will see you tomorrow. Love you.

The many faces of Wild Bill

William's scrunchy face. I don't know where it came from.




More scrunchy face. I've submitted multiple shots so scientists can study this phenomenon.



Somebody is trying to steal my tootsie pop. 10 seconds later I had him in a sleeper hold. Don't touch my candy!



William helping Mary prep some hamburgers.



"Can I have this?"



"Now I want you to have this."



"I stole daddy's chair. I'm squinting in fear because he's coming to get me after taking this picture."



"Mommy has intervened and saved my diaper clad ass from daddy's hand of vengeance."



Super cute. I'd post a cuter pic, but your monitor would turn into sugar and you'd be unable to see...



...this picture of William is either really bored and yawning, or doing his best Elvis "The King" Presley impression.



Jelly is the cat's ass!!!



"Did I mention I liked jelly? I like jelly."



"Back off with that wash rag, this jelly is being saved for later... or to be smeared into my hair. I'm crazy like that."



"Damn, that is some GOOD jelly."



Thank you thank you, next week I'll be presenting the Pampers Monologue.

More pics to follow, but this tickled me.

Sorry about the quality, and please let it load.


Mom and William Reading the Farm Book - More amazing video clips are a click away

Finally

So its been a little over 15 months since I showed up. Mom and Dad have grown alot as parents, but sometimes I still need to help them out.

I've created the following flashcards from hard lessons in the hopes that if I ever have a sibling they'll be able to reference these and not subject the yet unknown sibling to my first 15 months.






























CPS, if you're listening, they've gotten better.

Here is some video of Wild Bill in his Wranglers and boots telling us what he thinks about it.











William Drooling - Watch more amazing videos here

Update for on Willy G

See I threw the G in there so Mary won't kill me for calling him Willy. I'm GENIUS!

I hope I spelled genius right.

Ok, the day after I posted saying he wasn't crawling, William started crawling. It was sorta like his "army man" crawl where he stays on his belly and pushes with one leg while pulling himself with his arms. This time he was using both legs, then alternating legs he picked up speed and was up on his knees.

Thought for the day

"Baby Go Fast!" So fast you can't photograph a crawling baby, so no pics this time out.

I can't turn my back now when he's in the floor because he is off to where ever and what ever he can get his freakishly long hands on. He's only really wiped out a couple of times to where he's bruised or ended up bleeding, so of course he is absolutely fearless.

I on the othe hand am not fearless. He likes the coffee table, but falls down there and comes within millimeters of smacking his noggin on the table several times a day. Next time we get a house made of NERF. I'm sure I'll sleep better.

What can I say, he's mine.

I kinda leave the "writing" about William to Mary. She sees him during the day a whole lot more than I do. I just know he's entirely too cute, and I love him a whole lot. He's pulling up, cruising, and driving us nuts for the most part. I do love coming home from work and seeing him smile at me, or when I get him in the morning he's standing in his crib smiling that toothless grin.



Here are some pics of my boy, you can find more at the photo page.


Embarassing bathtub pics posted on the web: Check


Obligatory baby butt crach pic: Check


Texas boy on a cowhide: Check


My wife telling me she loves me in bacon grease: Check
Oh like nobody else has had their spouse express their love in rendered hog fat? Ya'll need to get out more.


Extra shot of baby in the tub just in case he wasn't embarassed enough yet: Check.