<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WackyWilliam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-8624576638624096174</id><published>2007-11-07T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:31:58.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet picture in Will's mind</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were in the car, driving to grandma's house, listening to music. 'I am a Child of God' started playing and the boys started singing along (a sweet moment in and of itself!) After the song was over, though, Will said one of the most touching things I have heard come out of his mouth. He said,"Mom, whenever I hear that song, I imagine walking through our church building all by myself and no one is around. Then, when I turn a corner, there is Jesus!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost started to cry at this visual image. We are all children of our Heavenly Father, and we should all be so excited to 'run into Him' somewhere unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-8624576638624096174?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8624576638624096174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=8624576638624096174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/8624576638624096174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/8624576638624096174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-picture-in-wills-mind.html' title='Sweet picture in Will&apos;s mind'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-4269380119923274608</id><published>2007-09-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:58:27.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Gamin'</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Will, Matt, myself (Mom), and Grandma Julie were sitting around playing one of our favorite games, 'Settlers of Catan.'  William looked at me seriously and said, "Mom, is this game a cross between 'Go Fish' and 'Chess'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-4269380119923274608?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4269380119923274608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=4269380119923274608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/4269380119923274608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/4269380119923274608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-gamin.html' title='Just Gamin&apos;'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-1851238915829590372</id><published>2007-09-24T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:16:12.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny from Will</title><content type='html'>Today, as Will was finishing his homework, I was standing in the kitchen and he came up to me and said (completely seriously),&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I can help you with your garden and flowers."&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Oh.....?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yeah, because I have a GREEN THUMB" and he held up his thumb where he had placed a green, pencil top eraser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed like crazy!  I think that's his first 'real' joke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-1851238915829590372?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1851238915829590372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=1851238915829590372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/1851238915829590372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/1851238915829590372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-from-will.html' title='A funny from Will'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-4584214381698520109</id><published>2007-09-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:05:52.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William just singing his heart out!</title><content type='html'>"The wise man built his house upon the rock,&lt;br /&gt;The wise man built his house upon the rock,&lt;br /&gt;The wise man built his house upon the rock, and the rains came tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rains came down and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came up,&lt;br /&gt;The rains came down and the FLOWERS came up,&lt;br /&gt;The rains came down and the FLOWERS came up, and the house on the rock stood still!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-4584214381698520109?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4584214381698520109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=4584214381698520109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/4584214381698520109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/4584214381698520109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/william-just-singing-his-heart-out.html' title='William just singing his heart out!'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-6101666003392251921</id><published>2007-08-30T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:03:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What William won't be...</title><content type='html'>Today we took the boys to the USU opening Football game.  After USU made a touchdown, Will made this observation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will: &lt;em&gt; "Dad, I saw some people flipping over there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warren: &lt;em&gt; "Yeah, those are the cheerleaders."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will:  &lt;em&gt;"NO, Dad, these were BOYS..."&lt;/em&gt;  :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also particularly intersted in the Aggie dancers - standing up to get a better view when they were dancing near us in the in-zone.  Sly-dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys loved the game.  Unfortunatley, USU lost, and after the game Will said (while wearing his Jr. Aggie T-shirt and hat), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mom, we shoulda chose the other team."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-6101666003392251921?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6101666003392251921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=6101666003392251921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/6101666003392251921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/6101666003392251921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-william-wont-be.html' title='What William won&apos;t be...'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-5336771363409210359</id><published>2007-08-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:30:11.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the hair???</title><content type='html'>William was able to see Matthew on Friday.  He really did well considering that Matt has a shaved head with 34 stitches across his crown.  Yesterday I spoke with Will on the phone (my good friend Susan, visiting from Boston, took Will, Nate, and Drew, along with her two boys, up to our home to spend the weekend).  I was hearing about the fun time they were having - Susan is awesome and had taken all 5 boys to 2 seperate parks, they had eaten tons of popsicles, and just sounded like they were really having a good time.  I told Will that Matthew seemed to be doing well.  William asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Did they put his hair back, yet???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little comment just made me laugh, and made my day!  I'm sure his hair will grow back soon, but it was darling that Will was so concerned about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-5336771363409210359?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5336771363409210359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=5336771363409210359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/5336771363409210359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/5336771363409210359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/wheres-hair.html' title='Where&apos;s the hair???'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-116112749101188213</id><published>2006-10-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:54:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One cute thing that Will's Kindergarten class does is 'Sticky News.' The children at a certain table are given the opportunity to share anything they want with the class. Then, this information is written down on a big piece of 2 inch wide masking tape, and the kids get to wear it the rest of the day. I haven't been keeping them, or keeping track of them up to this point, but today realized they might make some cute memories! So, starting today I'm going to write down the date and Will's 'Sticky News.' Then I'll post this at the end of the school year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realized that this post would show up in order of the date it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, regardless of when it was officially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. So, since there is no point in waiting until the end of the year, I will just post it right now and edit it each time he gets a turn to do 'Sticky News'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/17/06&lt;br /&gt;"I like to play Pokemon with my brother Matthew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/25/06&lt;br /&gt;"Today Jim is coming to the museum with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/3/06&lt;br /&gt;"I got a medal for soccer and baseball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/20/06&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going on a trip to see my grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/30/06&lt;br /&gt;"I want to have a snowball fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/11/06&lt;br /&gt;"When I wrestle with my dad, sometimes we all try to get on top of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/19/06&lt;br /&gt;"I have a Ninja Turtle movie from my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-116112749101188213?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/116112749101188213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=116112749101188213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/116112749101188213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/116112749101188213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/10/sticky-news.html' title='Sticky News'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-116112204087945466</id><published>2006-10-17T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T06:17:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My role (at least to Will).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;William has been fascinated lately with people's career titles (i.e. Daddy is a lawyer, Grandma is a teacher, etc...) versus 'just regular people.' He and Warren had a long conversation the other day about Will's desire to 'not be anything Dad, I just wanna be a regular person.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the car, we revisited this theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: "Mom, you're not anything, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, you're not an army guy, you're not a worker or anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, I do have a job.  Do you know what that job is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: "You take care of our family's kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Yes, I do that.  I also cook all of our food, and keep our house nice, and take you places."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: "So, you're sort of like a servant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really say anything to that!!! Luckily, my own opinion of the importance of what I do for our family does not hinge on the views of my five year old!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-116112204087945466?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/116112204087945466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=116112204087945466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/116112204087945466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/116112204087945466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-role-at-least-to-will.html' title='My role (at least to Will).'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-115999676791996894</id><published>2006-10-04T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:48:20.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This entire week (since last Tuesday), William has been sick. It started out with a low grade fever on Tuesday night. By Wednesday morning he didn't have a fever, so I sent him to school. By Wednesday afternoon I realized it had been a mistake for him to go to school! He was curled up on the couch - anyone who knows Will, knows that this is utterly NOT like him! Anyhow, he had a fever of 102! He stayed home from school sick on Thursday and Friday. By Saturday he didn't have a fever anymore, so I let him do some 'normal' Saturday things. He played in a soccer game and went to a birthday party. That evening he started coughing - a terrible, rack your entire body, deep-chest cough. I finally took him to the doctor yesterday (Tuesday) and he was diagnosed with 'walking pnemonia.' When I gave him the first dose of antibiotic, he promptly threw it up all over my kitchen floor. So, I bathed him and gave him another dose - which he threw up about 15 minutes later...... So, today I gave him the medicine mixed with chocolate pudding, as per the nurses suggestion! So far it's staying down. Hopefully he doesn't get sick again, because I NEED him to go to school tomorrow. An entire week of Will's energy mixed with WAY TOO MUCH television and I'm at the end of my rope! Today a movie from Netflix arrived. I loved watching 'Pollyanna' as a little girl and hoped to share the joy with my little boys. Warren just rolled his eyes when he saw what the movie was. He likes to remind me that, 'you remember we're raising BOYS, right?' This afternoon I asked Will if he wanted to watch it and this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "Oh, look Will, a movie came in the mail, do you want to watch it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "Does it have shooting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "Does it have fighting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "Does it have any bad guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "Um, I don't think I'll like it."&lt;br /&gt;:-)  Boys! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-115999676791996894?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/115999676791996894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=115999676791996894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115999676791996894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115999676791996894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/10/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-115889372804162967</id><published>2006-09-21T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:49:58.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since Nate and Drew have preschool in the afternoons, Will and I have 2 hours free to spend together. Sometimes we do something fun (yesterday I took he and a buddy to the Children's museum). Two days ago, however, we had to do something terrible. Prepare yourself for this news: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;we had to run some errands at the MALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Talk about little boy torture! :-) As I was breaking the news of our afternoon plan to Will, I thought I would try to sweeten the deal by telling him that if he was well-behaved that I would take him on the merry-go-round. He remembered that there were some other ride-on type toys at the mall as well. I told him that he could choose whether he wanted to go on those rides or the merry-go-round. He sighed and said,"It's such a hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cedision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;." He repeated it several times, realizing that it didn't sound quite right, but not realizing why. Finally I said, "decision" and he said, "yeah, I have a hard time with that word". He is so cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-115889372804162967?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/115889372804162967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=115889372804162967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115889372804162967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115889372804162967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/09/split-decisions.html' title='Split decisions...'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-115794137178181945</id><published>2006-09-10T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:50:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Sour Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today before breakfast, Matt was reprimanded for something or other (very minor, not a big deal at all). A few minutes later, we all sat down to eat, and Will was asked to give the prayer. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Heavenly Father, please bless Matt that he can stop being naughty. Please bless him to remember to make good choices and to listen to mommy and daddy. Please bless the food. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the hardest time not laughing!  Sly is the 2nd oldest child in finding ways to get at his older brother! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-115794137178181945?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/115794137178181945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=115794137178181945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115794137178181945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115794137178181945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-sour-prayers.html' title='Sweet &amp; Sour Prayers'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-115665144266874935</id><published>2006-08-26T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:51:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WackyWilliam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dogs at Preschool?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened several months ago, but I thought it was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week, Will is getting his stuff together for preschool. I remind him that it's show and tell day and this week he is to bring either a toy animal or a picture of an animal. William says, "any kind of animal?" I tell him, "yes". He says, hopefully, "can I bring Aspen?" I tell him, "No, you can't bring Aspen." Before I can say anything else he says, "Oh, yeah.........., Aspen couldn't fit in my cubby." :-) I thought it was too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-115665144266874935?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/115665144266874935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=115665144266874935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115665144266874935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115665144266874935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/08/wackywilliam.html' title='WackyWilliam'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407615.post-115665049407798559</id><published>2006-08-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:51:04.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky William</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a spot to record all sorts of stuff about William! He was born July 25, 2001. Just for the record, 'Wacky' was not my first choice of blog name! WonderfulWilliam and WackyWilliam were already taken, although I believe that Wonderful and Wild are both better descriptive words for my little red-headed wonder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33407615-115665049407798559?l=wackywilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/115665049407798559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33407615&amp;postID=115665049407798559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115665049407798559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33407615/posts/default/115665049407798559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywilliam.blogspot.com/2006/08/wacky-william.html' title='Wacky William'/><author><name>alligood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
