This picture proves that you can take the kid out of Wyoming, but you can't take Wyoming out of the kid. Here's Will at the reception. It was a warm day and he'd been busy kicking up his heels on the dance floor. I finally took off his shirt and let him be a little redneck baby running shirtless and shoeless. The kid loves to dance. He's got some moves on the dancefloor.
After Louisville, Grandma, Will and I headed to Milwaukee for a work conference. Because of all the rain in the midwest, we had an unexpected stop in the lovely city of Cleveland. Will was a pretty good traveler. He has discovered the thrill of automatic doors and elevator buttons. He's also noticing animals a lot more. I distracted him in the airplane yesterday by looking out the window for birds (at 10,000 feet). He's slowly starting to add to his vocabulary. He now clearly says "more" and he shakes his head "no" a lot. It's a fun age.
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