Will I Am

Why, hello there. I am Will. William Jeffrey.


I'm new here and thought it was about time to make an introduction. Hmm, what should I tell you about myself?


I have strawberry blonde hair that looks even redder in the right lighting. See it? And see my impressive muscle control?

My mommy and daddy love the color and hope it stays that way. However, I've been assured that if it all falls out and grows in as a different color, they'll love me just as much. And I'm holding them to that.

I have dark blue eyes. We'll have to wait and see what shade of blue they end up staying. I can hardly stand the suspense!

I am cute.

I'm a pretty decent sleeper. Right now, I spend most of my nights in a bassinet right next to Mommy's side of the bed. A few times, I've even slept almost 5 hours straight! Not too shabby for a one month old, right? But sometimes, I just need my Mommy and like for her to hold me against her chest while I sleep at night. And sometimes I need her so much that I wake up to visit with her every couple of hours.

I turned exactly one month old on May 23rd. I overheard my biggest brother ask Mommy why I wasn't having a birthday party. No party for me just yet, but I did get to visit the pediatrician and hear about how perfect I look.
Like my brothers, I am tall. I'm in the 95th percentile for height!
When I was born at 8 lbs, 5 oz., my weight was in the 75th percentile. And I'm still in the 75th percentile, weighing a healthy 10 lbs, 9 oz. at a month old. Just like my brothers when they were babies, I sure do love my Mommy's milk!

My, I have gained weight, haven't I? Look at my chunk! I must say that I look adorable!


I despise baths. I'm told that one of these days, I'll absolutely love them, but right now I have a hard time imagining that.
For the first minute or so, I'm able to exercise some self-control and calm.

But then I really let my emotions run wild. I can tell Mommy is hurrying to finish bathing me, but I figure I should continue to scream and cry until I turn maroon just in case I'm not expressing my dislike clearly enough. I'm a firm believer in communicating my feelings.


This is me, post-bath. Real tears and everything.


I'm also not a fan of diaper changes, although I give myself credit for improving in this area. Sometimes I don't even cry at all when Mommy's changing me!

I love hanging out in just a diaper. I fit in perfectly with my underwear model brothers. They hardly ever wear clothes!


I've really begun paying attention to people when they talk to me. I love to gaze at their faces, and more often now, I'm rewarding them with my smiles. I can tell Mommy just melts when I do that. Note to future self: try smiling at Mommy when I want to get my way. Another note to future self: the bottom lip I mastered my first day out of Mommy's belly may also help get me out of trouble.


In my first month at home, I've learned it's LOUD in this house. And sometimes Mommy has to be extra patient and persistent while she waits for me to fall (and stay) asleep in a house with two older brothers & a barking dog.


Speaking of my older brothers, I am fascinated by them and I can tell they're crazy about me.
I love when they play with me,


and when they give me kisses, be it for comfort


or just for no reason at all.


I love when they hold me, talk to me, and sing to me.



And this is me talking back to them.


I have the best big brothers. In this house, boys rule!


I love my family and they love me. It's good to be Baby Will.