Write it down...fast!

With all the things Carter says and Will does, I cannot write these fast enough to record them. I told Nathan a story two nights ago and he said "blog it!' I should have gotten up out of bed and done it right then! Last night I asked him what the story was and he said "I don't remember. I thought that was what the blog is for!" *sigh*
So, only moments ago, Carter told me "someday, I want to have children. And they will live in bunk beds." I asked if he would like to have a bunk bed with Will and he grew impatient with me. "I just told you when I grow up!" I reminded him that he said his _children_ would have bunk beds." I told him that when Will gets about a year and half older, they could share bunk beds. Carter said "I'm going to to sleep on the top and my wife is going to sleep on the bottom." He had my attention! " And Scratch is going to sleep on the bottom and Pounce is going to sleep on top. Do you know why Pounce is going to sleep on top? 'Cause I just love girls." My lips began to quiver and I started biting them to discourage the laughter that was brimming. He was very serious and earnest in this plan and I saw no reason to discourage him.
Will has equally been delighting us in his ability to consume mass quantities of food. He has been not interested in eating while fighting off a cold and the flu, but now he is apparently making up for lost time. In fact, on Tuesday night, I had to just cut him off for fear he would start throwing up from being so full. He never really seemed to get full, though. All day long he follows me around and ask for more food. It's actually getting stressful. Every morning this week, I awake fretting "what do we have to feed Will today?!" No matter how much food I give him, there always seems to be room for more.
Besides devouring his weight in food, he is making other kinds of developmental strides. It seems he is able to understand language more and more every day. He is able to follow directions so well. This weekend, he was making an expression that suggested a BM was imminent. Nathan said "Will, do you need to sit on your potty?" Will took off to the bathroom to sit on his little training potty. I asked Nathan, "Have you been teaching him what that is for?" An astonished dad responded, "NO! I don't know how he knows that!" He is picking up on so many things. He seems so smart to us. He is dancing quite a bit still, but it has transitioned into kind of a disco move where he shuffles his feet as he backs up. It thrills him to do it and it makes me laugh. Last week, I was fixing lunch while Carter was at pre-school, and Will got out the train set, put together a few pieces of track, linked some cars together and was playing in the floor of the kitchen. I glanced over to see what he was doing and could have been knocked over with a feather.
The boys seem to be good buddies and enjoy playing together these days. Will must remember the days when he wasn't so sure on his feet and Carter would let him hold on to his shirt and they would slowly walk around the house. Carter was like his human push cart/walker! Will has begun to grab his shirt and walk with him again. Carter thinks its funny and complies most of the time. Will loves to joke around, too. He insists that horses are dogs and when I correct him he bursts out in peals of laughter. It's become a game we play many times a day. Will loves to read and will happily tote books to any one he can corner for what seems like an eternity (there are only so many times a mother can read "that's not my tractor" in one day).
Some days, discipline is necessary, but not easy. Last night, as Carter, Will, and I sat at the dining room table, Nathan went upstairs for some reason. Carter gasped "Oh no! I forgot to put up some of my toys." I told him that it was okay and when his Daddy came back down, to tell him he was sorry and that he would pick up his toys as soon as supper was over. Carter said "I just don't want him to come down here and freak out." I would have laughed except for at that very moment, I heard a door open and Nathan say "OH MY! CARTER!" As a knot formed in my stomach I looked at Carter and the look on his face said it all: "too late."