Zonked -- with the rest of his pack. He has a very active nighttime, drifting from his room, to the couch, sliding sneakily in, to cuddle with mom and dad.
Sometimes that makes waking in the morning extremely difficult.
The couch is a favorite sleeping perch -- here, collapsed in the afternoon during the plague of a thousand miseries -- fingers are a favorite feast.
What is this? Sleeping in his own room! That happened once...
Eggs, toast and fruit are big bro's favorites for breakfast, and occasionally Will likes to emulate him. However, as it takes a while for him to rev up an appetite, more often, he'll just have a quick toast -- finger, preferably -- or dine in the car, after he's had a chance to wake, fully.
On the sleepiest of days, other provisions are sometimes made.
That morning, he had insisted he wasn't hungry and wouldn't be hungry. On the offchance he changed his mind, a bowl of cereal was left on the counter, which didn't help at all as we waited in the school parking lot and Jared began musing about the different food options he was considering for lunch, later that day. Will grabbed his stomach and moaned, "Stop talking about food, or you'll make me more starving!" So we winged off for a quick bite.
We drop Jared off, first, then have, technically, almost an hour before his day begins. However, I would be unemployed if I waited that long to drop him off, so he attends a pre-school program. Consequently, he will never be close to late for school, and yet, he worries, always, that he will. At McD's, he kept asking for the time, and at 8:17, leapt up promptly and declared we had to go, or he would be late!
We weren't sure how he'd take to the program, initially, and earlier in the year, he began complaining that he didn't like being dropped off to the before school program. We felt bad, until he explained that he just didn't have enough time there! So, instead of waiting as long as possible, we came to the agreement to drop him off exactly 30 minutes before school started -- or, 8:20. He just hates to be late to before school!
A pensive moment outside Guiseppe's:
Or possibly pouting: He loves going to Guiseppe's, seller of oils and vinegars. They have cubed bread in jars, extracted with little tongs, and little cups, in which a touch of the oils and vinegars can be decanted and sampled. William will go through an entire jar of the bread, carefully removing the lid, pinching a piece with the tongs, then carefully and quietly replacing the lid. He'll pour just a touch of oil in one of the cups, then dip in the bread, enjoy, and let out a happy, "Mmm!" Then, he'll toss the cup, grab another, and repeat the process!
He said he'd wait outside after we suggested he should stop -- after 30 or so samples and they had to re-fill the bread jar, the worker nervously rubbing her hands together as she watched. Just kidding! They love him there, and said he could have whatever he wanted. He decided to go wait outside like a big guy, while we wrapped up the purchase -- no doubt, why they don't mind!
Will's collection of Skylanders, etc.
Carefully lined up, around the couch at Grandma's -- in no particular order, he assured me! He also consoled that his friend had helped.
A nighttime raid on Meijer, in pajamas.
He quickly grabbed the loot, but they were right behind him!
No worries for the Zen rider.
A few days ago, a box arrived for Will from his Aunt Rachel -- that was supposed to remain closed until Christmas. Alas, we are tremendously irresponsible parents and it was cracked open upon arrival. He was absolutely delighted to find a rattlesnake inside, naming it Rattleshake (after the skylander, of course."
We have since found it variously, tied to chairs, posts and around the Christmas tree.
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