Walking his bike home from the gas station today (training wheel malfunction), Will broke into song.
"Mo - men - tum!"
"Momentum is awesome! Momentum is great! Mo - men - tum is the star!"
Mo - men - tum!"
To which I could only grin and think "Huh?"
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
More from the Chronicles of Will
I was at the Iola Old Car Show today trying to sell books and Old Cars Reports and told my boss, Jeff, about something Will said last night. Jeff asked, "You're writing these things down, right?"
Sooo ... here's that one and a couple others from the past 24 hours or so:
Our family traditionally heads to the Wheelhouse on Fridays ... especially in the summer when Scoopers is open. For some reason, Will decided we needed to go somewhere else last night.
"Nope, let's go to Weasels tonight instead."
"Really? Why do you want to go there?"
"Because, it's great! I love that place!"
No, actually, I didn't know my 5-year-old loved a dive bar in Waupaca.
***
This morning as Scott was getting ready to take the boys to Waupaca for their Saturday morning trip to Grandma's, Pick N Save and the recycling center, Charlie started playing with one of Will's Hot Wheels cars.
"Mar-Mar, that's not going to work for me," Will told Charlie. Then he picked Charlie up and placed him in front of one of a zillion baby toys that decorate our living room.
Will held up the little car and said, "This is too small for you to play with ... let's make good choices, OK, Mar-Mar?"
***
Tonight, at dinner, Scott and I were praising Will for eating his dinner so well, including his broccoli.
"I LOVE broccoli!" he said. "I think I might even have seconds."
"Great! How about some more chicken nuggets too?" Scott asked.
"Sure ... but not too many, maybe just five."
This kid eats like a horse.
About a minute later, Will pats his tummy and says, "Hmmm. I think I'm actually quite full. How about some dessert?"
***
Just two seconds ago, Will was in the bathroom washing his hands. I can only imagine he was looking in the mirror when I heard this gem, "Ooooh, look. He's a masterpiece. A masterpiece. That's right. A masterpiece."
Sooo ... here's that one and a couple others from the past 24 hours or so:
Our family traditionally heads to the Wheelhouse on Fridays ... especially in the summer when Scoopers is open. For some reason, Will decided we needed to go somewhere else last night.
"Nope, let's go to Weasels tonight instead."
"Really? Why do you want to go there?"
"Because, it's great! I love that place!"
No, actually, I didn't know my 5-year-old loved a dive bar in Waupaca.
***
This morning as Scott was getting ready to take the boys to Waupaca for their Saturday morning trip to Grandma's, Pick N Save and the recycling center, Charlie started playing with one of Will's Hot Wheels cars.
"Mar-Mar, that's not going to work for me," Will told Charlie. Then he picked Charlie up and placed him in front of one of a zillion baby toys that decorate our living room.
Will held up the little car and said, "This is too small for you to play with ... let's make good choices, OK, Mar-Mar?"
***
Tonight, at dinner, Scott and I were praising Will for eating his dinner so well, including his broccoli.
"I LOVE broccoli!" he said. "I think I might even have seconds."
"Great! How about some more chicken nuggets too?" Scott asked.
"Sure ... but not too many, maybe just five."
This kid eats like a horse.
About a minute later, Will pats his tummy and says, "Hmmm. I think I'm actually quite full. How about some dessert?"
***
Just two seconds ago, Will was in the bathroom washing his hands. I can only imagine he was looking in the mirror when I heard this gem, "Ooooh, look. He's a masterpiece. A masterpiece. That's right. A masterpiece."
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
From Facebook
My mom has reminded me on a number of occasions that she is not on Facebook, which is where I've been making a lot of short child-related status updates lately ... in lieu of writing longer blog posts. So in the interest of keeping her up to date, here is a compilation.
June 4
... was playing ball in the backyard with Will tonight, and remembered that his son's first aluminum bat was obtained in an online police auction several years ago. There is a sticker marked "evidence" on the barrel, implying a criminal beat someone's head in with this bat at some point in time. An All-American story, no?
June 6
... asked Will to sing for Jana a line from the song he liked in the car this morning, and heard this: "Whooooaa, we're halfway there. Whoooo-oooa! Living on a pier!" Apparently Mssr. Bon Jovi needs to enunciate.
June 7
... was playing ball with Will today, listening to the radio. At some point, Will started declaring every successfully caught ball a "made Wang Chung" and every missed ball a "failed Wang Chung." Or, as it sounds coming out of his mouth, "Wayne Shun."
June 22
... took Will outside to play with his authentic Australian boomerang. It was a decent glider, but on a windless night did not return to us. So Will suggested we use it to beat deer over the head.
June 5
... was in the Jacuzzi watching the 2008 Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest with Will. Will asked who was winning, and I relayed that Kobayashi and Chestnut were tied at 52 apiece. He thought it over, and said "I guess that means I'm the third-best hot dog eater in the world."
Got a lot of photos of the boys on memory cards, you should be seeing those in posts soon.
June 4
... was playing ball in the backyard with Will tonight, and remembered that his son's first aluminum bat was obtained in an online police auction several years ago. There is a sticker marked "evidence" on the barrel, implying a criminal beat someone's head in with this bat at some point in time. An All-American story, no?
June 6
... asked Will to sing for Jana a line from the song he liked in the car this morning, and heard this: "Whooooaa, we're halfway there. Whoooo-oooa! Living on a pier!" Apparently Mssr. Bon Jovi needs to enunciate.
June 7
... was playing ball with Will today, listening to the radio. At some point, Will started declaring every successfully caught ball a "made Wang Chung" and every missed ball a "failed Wang Chung." Or, as it sounds coming out of his mouth, "Wayne Shun."
June 22
... took Will outside to play with his authentic Australian boomerang. It was a decent glider, but on a windless night did not return to us. So Will suggested we use it to beat deer over the head.
June 5
... was in the Jacuzzi watching the 2008 Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest with Will. Will asked who was winning, and I relayed that Kobayashi and Chestnut were tied at 52 apiece. He thought it over, and said "I guess that means I'm the third-best hot dog eater in the world."
Got a lot of photos of the boys on memory cards, you should be seeing those in posts soon.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tappa Reunion 2009
The Tappa Family got together for our annual reunion on Father's Day. Here are a few pictures from that day. I didn't take too many because I was getting in my annual dose of Family Reunion volleyball.
For only playing once a year, I think we're pretty good. Sara even says we could win if they had a sort of "Family Feud" for volleyball. (That reality show has to be coming soon, right?)
Will even joined in at one point so the age range of players spanned seven decades. Way to represent the 40s, Ken!
For only playing once a year, I think we're pretty good. Sara even says we could win if they had a sort of "Family Feud" for volleyball. (That reality show has to be coming soon, right?)
Will even joined in at one point so the age range of players spanned seven decades. Way to represent the 40s, Ken!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Graduation Day
Will graduated from 4-year-old kindergarten this month. As you can see, he's already put his diploma to practical use (which is more than I can say for my writing major most days ...)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Right on track
Will once again participated in the I-S track meet in the 5- & 6-year-old division. He scored the coveted "participant" ribbon in each category. His smile was pure gold, however.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
T-ball
Tonight was a night I've been waiting for since, oh, roughly the moment we found out Jana was pregnant with Will. Tonight was the night Will started T-ball.
Yes, he just got done playing his first organized sport, soccer, which was a lot of fun. But this is different, a game I played through high school and one in which my dad coached me.
Will did fine. He hit the ball well, but like almost every other kid playing (except Parker), he didn't really know what was going on in the field. Once, while playing first base, Will ran along with the runner to second base, leaving Parker no one to throw the ball to.
The best part of the day? This morning at breakfast, when Will said "Daddy, are you going to be my coach for T-ball?" When I said yes, he shouted "Yay!"
Yes, he just got done playing his first organized sport, soccer, which was a lot of fun. But this is different, a game I played through high school and one in which my dad coached me.
Will did fine. He hit the ball well, but like almost every other kid playing (except Parker), he didn't really know what was going on in the field. Once, while playing first base, Will ran along with the runner to second base, leaving Parker no one to throw the ball to.
The best part of the day? This morning at breakfast, when Will said "Daddy, are you going to be my coach for T-ball?" When I said yes, he shouted "Yay!"
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Accidents
On our short ride home from work/school today, Will interrupted a conversation between Jana and me with this revelation:
"Ooops! I spilled ... don't worry, it's only water."
We exhaled, resumed talking for two seconds, and ... (audible spilling sound).
"Oh no, this time it was food."
Jana and I looked at each other, began making rules about eating in the car, and ...
"Uh oh, spilled water again!"
Come on, man!
"Ooops! I spilled ... don't worry, it's only water."
We exhaled, resumed talking for two seconds, and ... (audible spilling sound).
"Oh no, this time it was food."
Jana and I looked at each other, began making rules about eating in the car, and ...
"Uh oh, spilled water again!"
Come on, man!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Our little Romeo
Before we went on vacation Will asked if one of the girls from daycare could go to Florida with us.
"She's never been to Disneyland," he informed me while I was making dinner one night.
"Oh, really? Well, I bet she'll get to go one day. She can't come with us though because we've already got our plane tickets and everything."
In a manner that reminded me of A Christmas Story's Ralphie convincing his mom that he didn't really want that BB gun, Will nonchalantly said, "That's OK. She's going to talk to her mom about it too, so, whatever, we can just think about it."
It was a bit of a shocker. This is the boy who a year ago refused to talk to girls
(except his mommy) and who was constantly recruiting for "The Boys Club."
We were at the dentist recently and, instead of picking out a prize for himself, he picked out a ring for the girl who had never been to Florida. "It's too small for you so I'm just going to give it to her."
When we got to daycare, he turned all red and asked me to, "Hurry up and just put it in her cubby!"
Later, when I asked him if she liked it, I was a little heart-broken when he told me that she'd lost it before going home from daycare that day.
I don't think his romantic spirit has been crushed yet, though. He asked me when he gets to go to the dentist again. He's planning to get another ring for a different girl!
Yeah, I miss being the only woman in his life. But I've got to admit, I'm a bit relieved that he's decided to play the field a bit.
"She's never been to Disneyland," he informed me while I was making dinner one night.
"Oh, really? Well, I bet she'll get to go one day. She can't come with us though because we've already got our plane tickets and everything."
In a manner that reminded me of A Christmas Story's Ralphie convincing his mom that he didn't really want that BB gun, Will nonchalantly said, "That's OK. She's going to talk to her mom about it too, so, whatever, we can just think about it."
It was a bit of a shocker. This is the boy who a year ago refused to talk to girls
(except his mommy) and who was constantly recruiting for "The Boys Club." We were at the dentist recently and, instead of picking out a prize for himself, he picked out a ring for the girl who had never been to Florida. "It's too small for you so I'm just going to give it to her."
When we got to daycare, he turned all red and asked me to, "Hurry up and just put it in her cubby!"
Later, when I asked him if she liked it, I was a little heart-broken when he told me that she'd lost it before going home from daycare that day.
I don't think his romantic spirit has been crushed yet, though. He asked me when he gets to go to the dentist again. He's planning to get another ring for a different girl!
Yeah, I miss being the only woman in his life. But I've got to admit, I'm a bit relieved that he's decided to play the field a bit.
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