Part Two of the Equation

Part two - well we're sort of a package deal now - is Will Sutton.

Name - I was looking for something that he could use if he became a rock star or the prime minister. So I thought William was it. Until I wrote it down and it was all wrong. It was just Will. He is just Will.  Short, sweet and unable to be shortened into some horrid nickname. He was almost Patrick, Hal, Ray or Leo...but Will won out.  Sutton is a little town in the eastern townships where my mom and my grandmother are buried.  I also thought it was the perfect length for yelling - 'Will Sutton' - try it really loud and it works.

Nicknames - because of course he has horrid nicknames already.  Bubba or Bubs from his mom; Willski from his cousin Scotty and Shmookie or shmookmeister from his aunt.  I've also heard Will the Thrill tossed around but there is enough time for him to become an obnoxious teenager later.  Anyone who says Willie immediately gets a drink in their face unless they are rich and looking to sponsor Will's junior hockey career.

Mother - well you know me.
Father - a twenty-something anonymous sperm donor from the eastern U.S.  He's young, cute and an artist.  Man if he only played guitar and looked like Jesus....
Siblings - at current count, Will has more than 20 half siblings.  You can pick your jaws up now...we'll delve into that debate a little later.

Inherited from me - an intense little personality, long legs and a strange love of dill pickles.
Inherited from the father - huge brown eyes, full lips and god willing some artisitic talent besides the ability to draw Fred Flintstone and play Forest Lawn on the ukelele.

Allow me to sound like 'that mother' for a moment - I'll get it out of the way now - because like all mom's, I think my child is brilliant, hilarious and beautiful.  Look the kid knew where the quail was on a puzzle board the other day.  I don't even know what a quail is.  He has read more books than half of the guys I've dated added together.  And people stop us on the street to say how cute he is.  (and shut up - I know people do this to all babies...let me have my moment).

But - like his mother - he can also be satanic.  Moody, irritable and he knows what he wants when he wants it.  Yup - like a raging teenager girl full of pms - except I'm getting it now when he's on the cusp of two. 

So that's my kid in a nutshell.  Cue the 'awww' but he is without a doubt, the single greatest thing to ever happen to me.  There are times when I think what the fuck was I thinking signing up for this hell but then he grabs my face and kisses me and I know that I don't ever want to return him to the store from where he came. 

I promise - now that you know him...the sap is over.