Gnocchin' on Heaven's Door

Like the good little Italian I am, I introduced my son to gnocchi. Although, only the tomato sauce is evident in the pictures.

Some wine with dinner perhaps, sir?

Despite what it may look like, Will really enjoyed the gnocchi.
WILL SMASH!

I didn't mean for the sippy cup to look larger than his head in this picture. Or for Will to look so it-would-have-worked-too-if-not-for-you-meddling-kids.

My family jokes that Alexis doesn't take a bad picture. She's completely incapable of it, but that's what you get for being gorgeous. Don't get me wrong, I think Will's the cutest kid around, but he didn't inherit Alexis' photogeniality (?). It's funnier this way, though.

Yeah, I don't remember if this is his about to yawn face or his about to sneeze face. They look similar.

Up next: jazz hands!

Career Day, Option II

Our next Christmas card....
Mr. Murphy's having fun, isn't he? I'm thinking about having a PhotoShop competition; Where in the World is Will Carter? There'll be prizes and everything!

W! H! S! Whoosh!

Room 143 with the lights off
It just sounds so tawdry!

Career Day

He just has so many options. Thanks, Mr. Murphy!

First Day Jitters

I need to start this off with a cute shot of Will. It has nothing to do with anything really.

So, today was Will's first Official Day in the Big Boy Room at School. I think... wait, scratch that, I know it was much more traumatic for me than it was for him. When he was in the baby room, I would stay with him for 5-10 minutes and play and get him acclimated to where he was. It was a nice routine for us, plus it gave me the pleasure of having a good acquaintance with his teacher, Ms. Dee.

Now that he's in the BBR, when I drop him off it's immediately time for breakfast. So he sat in his big boy chair (BBC) at the big boy table (BBT) and started eating his cereal and blala like it was no big deal. I needed it to be a big deal, I think. I wanted him to panic a bit and hold on to me, but he didn't. He transitioned perfectly fine because he's a well-adjusted kid in an environment where he feels safe with a (new) teacher that he obviously likes. This is a good thing. Logically, I know this. But is a small freak-out too much to ask for?

As I walked out of the room not two minutes after arriving, I shut the door behind me and peeked in the window. Will was watching me with a look on his face that clearly said "Mom? But...but where are you going? We're supposed to hang out now. We always hang out before you go. Mom! Ooh, blala" so I left. A little verklempt, but I left knowing he'd be okay.

He was okay except for the fact that he pooped his pants and had to change clothes. Heh.

Of course, when he got home, all hell broke loose.

Will got his first bloody nose. For anyone reading this who hasn't been to my house, it's almost entirely tile floors. Granted, I have rugs and carpets covering 85% of the tile, but it's tile nonetheless. Great for sweeping, not great for a sleepy (read: clumsy) toddler. Will got up out of his little reading chair and walked around me and then SMACK! His body was on carpet. Unfortunately his face was entirely on tile.

Smack! is a sound heard often where Will's concerned, but 9.5 times out of 10, he gets up with a look that says "Whoa" circa Keanu in Speed and toddles away, momentary pain forgotten. This was that 0.5 time.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Will's first bloody nose:

Pablo helped ease the pain a bit

Guess who put the tissue in his nose?

Enough is enough (Epilogue)

Actually, I can't really say it's an epilogue until I found out what the hell is/was wrong with me. All I care about at this point, though, is that I've been vomit-free since Wednesday and actually feeling pretty damn good since Sunday. For those of you counting, that's TWO FULL DAYS of feeling like a normal, functioning human being.

I started thinking maybe it was Uncle Scotty and Aunt Stacey that got me feeling better. The Couple That People Don't Know Exist made a trip down to see Will and me on Saturday evening and we spent quite a bit of time catching up and playing some Guitar Hero III. Stacey and I determined that Rock is actually held in the mammary glands, which is why women Rock so much. However, I can't explain why it is that Scott kicked our collective asses so thoroughly at GHIII.

A pictorial:

Rockin' like Dokken
You'll notice the scarcity of notes that Scott has to play. That's because he's on EASY (although, who the hell am I to talk when I couldn't complete a damn song?)
A more-than-respectable 88% of notes hit on "Rock You Like a Hurricane"
All in all, I had a blast hanging out w/ S&S and am so grateful they were able to make it in. Scott's leaving for London on Thursday and I know he was trying to fit in seeing a lot of people in a short amount of time and I'm happy that they made the trek.

Will was scared of Scott at first (that was quickly remedied by a quick game of Ball), but he got over it. He had so much fun he couldn't finish his snack.

Update: Enough is Enough

Just got back from the doctor and I have never discussed my bowel movements as much as I did today (if you're curious: they've increased in frequency but are neither black nor blood-tinged). I volunteered the non-pregnancy but he quickly passed over the possibility of food poisoning as the vomitus has been so irregular. Then they took blood so they can see if there's anything gallbladder-related going on in there. Or whatever else it might be.

In the interim, I've got an anti-vomiting prescription and boxes of Nexium. Hopefully the vomitus will be over soon.

Enough is enough

So, while the holiday season has been a blast for the most part, there have been some downsides:

I'm throwing up. A lot. I'm not pregnant. I don't have food poisoning. Do I have a parasite? I'm becoming increasingly nervous about this. I don't want a parasite. I don't want to throw up anymore. I'm going to have to suck it up and go to a doctor. First thing Doctor will do? Have me take a pregnancy test (which will come out negative) and then ask if I might have contracted food poisoning.

I have plans, little parasite. I have someone possibly coming into town this weekend. I have a trip planned next weekend. I'm going on vacation next month. I don't need anyone tagging along, little parasite. You're just going to have to move along.

On the plus side, I've lost 6 pounds.