Speaking of helpful, Will has a renewed interest in Canyon lately. He can throw her tennis ball and aims right for her mouth. For all of you interested parties (baseball fans) - he is currently throwing with his left hand but switches to his right every few throws. Canyon won't bring the ball back to him yet (that would be acknowledging that he actually exists!) but she's warming up slightly. He loves to help feed her, even though she has been fully capable of feeding herself for the last 13 years. She will eat something out of his hand if it's particularly enticing.
Finally, label this picture "shots that chill Glenn to his very core." Will loves shoes, mom's shoes, dad's shoes, his own shoe's. His favorite right now are my high heels. He's quite adept at clicking all over the hardwood floors. I'm thinking Lord of the Dance is in his future.
One last note. I thought it would be more bittersweet to leave our old house. After all, Glenn owned that house when we first met, it's the place that I feverishly tried to redecorate after we got married, it's where we brought Will home on that first day and set his carseat down on the table and said "now what?!" and it's where he took his first steps last Spring. There's a heck of a lot of memories wrapped up in those walls. HOWEVER, by Saturday afternoon after numerous trips back and forth to the new house, carting loads and loads of crap errrr... precious household belongings, swollen pregnancy feet and the Wyoming wind, I was just ready to be done with the move and close the door on Fishing Bridge for good. We have some cleaning to do over there this week so maybe my sentamentality will catch up with me by then, but for now I'm just ready to move on with life at the new place.
Next time, I'll post about the joys of moving while pregnant, dealing with "nesting" while surrounded by boxes and wall colors that I hate, and other reasons why Glenn is a saint.