We went for a walk around the neighborhood a few weeks ago...back when the weather was still nice, before it decided to snow again. William rode his tricycle, and John walked Dipper. We followed William's lead and he took us to the park about a block away. First, we had to go down the slide, many, many, many times. You always know when it's William's turn on the slide, not matter where you are, because he says "Wheeeeeee!!" all the way down. It's particularly funny at a McDonald's playland, where all the slides are covered. Anyway, after I stopped him from trying to eat playground sand, he saw the swings. We spent almost an hour on the swings. Daddy pushed him. I pushed him; William smiled the whole time. He didn't want to leave went it was time to go home for dinner. He didn't have a tantrum, or cry, but instead tried to be sneaky. Have you ever seen a two year old try to be sneaky? We knew everytime he tried to turn around - he would start tiptoeing and saying "Shhh," in between giggles.
After he went to bed that night, I started looking through the pictures I took, trying to decide which ones I wanted to keep. I saw this picture, and was amazed. Normally, I think William looks alot like his Daddy, except for the eyes, but in this picture, he is the spitting image of my little brother when he ws this age. I sent it to my parents and siblings for confirmation, and they were all amazed too. I guess that explains his charm...Augie has charm and charisma oozing out of every pore.
Meanwhile, as his personality develops, he is beginning to behave like me. What do I mean by this? Well, he is loud. Very loud. And is always talking. Always. Even before he could talk, he would constantly babble and make noise. Awake, or asleep, he doesn't stop talking. He very much enjoys food... and when he is hungry, everything stops so that he can eat -usually. And when he is hungry, he gets very, very grumpy until he eats.
Also, William is always humming, or singing. Sometimes songs we all know - ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle, Itsy Bitsy Spider; sometimes songs he made up on his own. Ask my parents, or my siblings...these are all hallmarks of me as a young child. Actually, this still describes me. Of course, he spends all day with me. Hmm... So... nature or nurture? Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I love him. He's happy. We're happy. I'll just enjoy it while I can...it all goes by too fast anyway. I blink my eyes and suddenly he is two. TWO!! When did that happen? Whew...

