Will will (Will'll? Will shall? The name is pragmatically problematic... but so fitting) be a year old tomorrow. Bizarre, folks. I was looking at some pictures of him when he was little (littler) the other day, and it amazes me how different he is. He walks, he talks, he plays soccer, and is inordinately fond of phones, remotes, USB cables, computer mice, and all other things techie. He knows what "no" means, can unzip a zipper, and loves Mexican food (he DEFINITELY takes after James).
He is still perfect.