I once heard that the description of a boy is noise with dirt on it.
That’s our Will.
He’s a handful of two-almost-three-year-old-noise-and-dirt…with one heck of a throwing arm and a desire to be just like daddy. Sure, he’s growing up to be just like his parents but we won’t hold it against him
We documented our journey from niave DINKs to frazzled sleep-deprived parents here on the ole blog…so you can actually go back and visit old posts to read all about everything from our big pregnancy reveal (yay for being knocked up!) to FAQ to his nursery transformation (that brought us fifteen seconds of fame on the now-cancelled-but-never-far-from-our-hearts Nate Berkus Show).
Wanna follow along as we reveal the different chapters in our baby storybook? It’s pretty boring but just as long as you don’t down a decongestant prior to reading, you will probably survive
Since Will’s arrival, there are a couple follow up posts including the birth story and photos. So, if you are in the mood to gaze at the babe when he was still relatively clean or hear about his arrival, here are the quick links (warning: his image has been known to throw women into frenzies and toss their birth control out the window. Please refrain from baby-making because of the cuteness.):
And now for the photos – watch out, they are like that closet that has one too many chochtke jammed in there. Once you start clicking, it’s like a hurricane of my uterus’ greatest creation: