Wo Wo.

Ever since Wesley was a few months old, he's loved it when I would toss him up and down. When he got a little older, he started to make the sound "wo" every time I would throw him up. Hence the name he's given this little game, "Wo Wo." Now, he's been through ups and downs as far as how much he appreciates this game (far more ups than downs), but at this very moment he's absolutely loving it. Almost as soon as I walk in the house at the end of the day, the chants of "Wo Wo" begin. And as soon as I stop, the chants resume. And he's getting braver with the brand of "Wo Wo" he prefers. He will often tell me to throw him higher (or "bigger," as he puts it), one time resulting in him lifting up his legs and unintentionally doing a complete flip. As one would expect, of course, there are varieties of "Wo Wo" that can all have different benefits depending on Wesley's particular mood. There is the Julia on the couch "Wo Wo," which can played for the viewing pleasure of his sister, who beams in delight. There is the surprise Mommy "Wo Wo," in which he pops up from behind the couch and startles his mother repeatedly. And there is just no replacing the old reliable classic "Wo Wo," which occurs wherever Wesley finds me at any moment.