Catching Up

So I know that Wyatt is almost 21 months, but I feel the need to go back and take note of his 18 month checkup stats. I have the exact numbers written in a notebook somewhere (for those of you that know me...this shouldn't be surprising)..but I know that he was 90th percentile for height, 55th for weight, and 75th for head circumference. I am sure that his days as the tall kid are numbered (take a look at his parents)..but it's still interesting to have people comment on his height all the time. They ask if his dad is exceptionally tall...(and there may be a few people in this town who wonder who his dad is..since Wyatt used to have the tendency to wave and yell "Daddy" to random strangers at the store...Literally, he would frantically wave and yell until the guy turned and looked..and then Wyatt would smile as if his mission was accomplished.) Some would call it cute...I just find it totally embarrassing.
A few weeks ago, we had a picnic with some friends up in the mountains, and the kids had a blast.
I won't post a bunch of pics from Easter b/c most people don't want to see them and then honestly, we couldn't keep our little man still long enough to get a good pic. We'll have to settle on an action shot. He was all business when it came to looking for the eggs.
He's also pretty serious about getting dirty and making messes. On this day, he was looking cool in his onesie and tennis shoes. He reminded me of the era of legwarmers and leotards...(All of his shorts were in the washer and I figured he can't pull of the onesie that much longer..so he better show it off while he can.) The filth is from the tires. He likes to label and point to everything at the moment. The point must have turned into a rub on this one.
The other night, I picked up Wyatt to do our nightly ritual of singing together and saying prayers. I started to feel his little hands gently pat and rub my back and I couldn't help but feel immensely blessed by this wonderful boy God had given to us. I later realized that he was simply coloring on the back of my shirt. I still feel blessed by him, but on his part, he was just trying to make my drab gray shirt a bit more colorful.
While Matt was on a business trip, Wyatt and I visited my parents in Texas for a long weekend. It's always good to come home. And I will say that that was the last time that I will have Wyatt as a lap child on the plane. I know I can squeeze a few more trips that way until he's 2..but it's absolutely miserable. Remember, Wyatt likes labeling things..and felt he HAD to touch the spiky hair of the man in front of us..while trying to loudly whisper/shout..."Hair!" I finally was able to distract him with the idea that he could play beauty shop with my hair for the first several minutes of the flight. No, I don't have pics...but again...he will have his own seat next time.

Anyways...Wyatt is still really into music and dancing to all kinds. My dad loves to sing and we found out that Wyatt likewise loves to dance to his songs. He has good taste!



We love Mr. Potato Head at our house!

The soccer field is a definite favorite! Wyatt is always trying to join in the games that are going on. Whenever a player runs by, he yells "Hi!" and waves. I think he is trying to make a good impression so maybe one day he will get called in.
And this happened just yesterday. I went inside to check on laundry for a second and when I came back outside, I found this....(Note: I had just filled with water..so I felt it was OK to take a quick pic before I explained that bowls were for dogs, etc..) This boy cracks me up!