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!

And so it begins...

Let me start off by saying that as a child, the minor emergency clinic was a place that I visited often. There were the stitches in my lip from falling off of a horse. (The stitches went great with the bad perm that I had as a 3rd grader). The stitches I had to get in the back of my head were the result of my fantastic front flips into a pool gone awry. There was the black eye from a gymnastics incident, nerve damage in my arm from a Crack the Egg game on the trampoline..(I couldn't move my right arm for a few months...but it was all worth it when I was excused from P.E. and didn't have to do the chin up exercise competition that was going on and reveal to everyone that I could not do any..not one. I still think I am hindered in the chin up department..but I regress...

That being said..my husband is the opposite and has had a relatively accident free childhood with no stitches, or broken bones in his past....and I sometimes wonder who Wyatt is going to take after. Will Wyatt give us the same anxiety as I am sure I gave my parents a time or two..(or ten)?

Well, I think I received my answer about a month ago..(I know..I've been horrible about updating)..when Wyatt was running on the tile floor, slipped, and hit the front of his head on the leg of dining room table. A HUGE goose egg quickly came up and for the first time, I really panicked. After numerous calls and watching Wyatt like a hawk for anything out of the ordinary, my fears subsided and life went on.

Fast forward to 1 day later...and Wyatt is running on the same floor, slips at the same spot, but hits a different part of his head. Seriously?! This one wasn't as bad as the first, but it left a lovely bruise.

We took these the night of the 2nd incident.
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So I knew that Wyatt took after his Momma in the obvious things like his dark brown eyes...but I guess this could be the beginning of our little man taking after his mom in other ways.
Here we go!!

17 months already?!

OK..so my New Year's resolution to post more often hasn't started off so great. Here's hoping that my one entry a month streak will improve for the rest of the year.
So...here are some of the things that our big boy has been up to...

He absolutely LOVES anything with wheels...especially motorcycles. I don't know why, but he calls them 'googles'. He will see one drive by and he starts screaming and pointing..."GOOGLES!" He called bicycles by the same name..until this week. Now..he is saying things more clearly and saying "Sic-kle". I have to bring the 'Things that Go' book to church that has all the pics of cars, trucks, etc. He gets so excited about them though..that he starts getting so excited and wants to point at every wheel, etc. I try to quiet the storm until after a few seconds..his shouts of "Car" can't be quieted anymore. I am a regular in the Cry Room..since I get paged every Sunday when I try to leave him in the nursery. Anyone else out there have the same problem??

He likes to point and label the different parts of his and Mommy's face. He talks about the eyes, nose, etc. He was sitting on the bed after his morning nap one day last week and was going through the routine of pointing at my eyes...and saying "Eye!", etc...Well, I am not one of those envious people that has great skin all the time and I happened to have a blemish on my chin..and Wyatt almost seemed alarmed and kept pointing at it and threw his hands up in this questionable babble of.."What is that?!" I told him it was a Boo-Boo..and after a brief pause, he started to point at all of the Boo-Boos on my face... And laughing at the same time. Nice.

Right now he wakes up between 6:30 and 7:30am..and takes his first nap at 10:00am. I'm trying to take out his second nap (which he takes around 4:00) b/c it's so much easier for him to go down at night without it. Some days he's fine without, but other days (like today)..he is so cranky in the afternoon..that I give in.

He is wearing 18-24 months to size 2T in shirts and size 18-24 months in pants. I haven't taken his height or weight measurements in a few months, but the other kids at the park that I think or his same age...are always 5 or 6 months older.

His personality is coming out all the time. I like watching him on the playground with other kids and see him willingly share things with the others. I know there will probably come a day where I am constantly having to remind him to share, but for right now..everyone is his friend.

Matt and I both love it when we carry him and he will sometime gently pat our backs with his hands. He doesn't do it all the time, but we absolutely melt when he does.

He loves these ABC flashcards that have a picture on each side that begin with the same letter. I wasn't surprised that his favorite is the U card with the unicycle on one side..but I was surprised to see that the girl on the G card instantly brings a grin to Wyatt's face..and sometimes the unicycle is dropped and the girl is his new best friend. He likes the ladies and likes to wave at most of them that we encounter at the grocery store, restaurant..everywhere. If his wave doesn't get a reaction, he yells..."Hiiii!"...and then if they pass silently down the aisle without a glance, he shouts with determination...."Byyyyyeeee!"...hoping to get a reaction. When they finally nod or smile, he turns to me and grins with such pride in his pick up skills.


What can I say? The boy loves to play with sticks..or in this case a broken branch. If it doesn't pose some sort of risk, he's not interested. Lucky me.
Wyatt loves to play guitar with Daddy.

So..Wyatt got into my bag of things from college and pulled out a hat from a Siggie rush. The boy loves hats and always puts it on when he goes outside.

Cause and Effect

If any of you ever wondered what would happen if you were to leave your sprinkler on overnight...in freezing temperatures...Here's the result.
Let me just say that I had all intentions of turning it off the day before..but Wyatt had a mishap that involved a bleeding mouth, so the sprinkler was forgotten..and this morning I woke up to a giant ice sculpture in the front yard.
The neighbor kids are calling it "Awesome"...while I think it is pretty mortifying.

Along the lines of cause and effect...today I noticed that when Wyatt hears John Denver, the result is some pretty fancy footwork...and knee bends.

Update

I realize that I now am only posting once a month..and that is horrible! Along with a million other things..I have a resolution to post more often.

We flew to Harlingen to have Christmas with Matt's parents. Wyatt was completely content to open one gift and walk away with his loot. I had to coax him back every time that there were more gifts..and in the end, I had to finish the job.
Yes, that's Wyatt's motorcycle magazine that I mentioned in the previous post. It had to be beside him on Christmas morning.
Easy Rider! Wyatt thinks he is hot stuff on his new tricycle from Matt's parents.
Wyatt was happy to finally get a chair that was just his size. It looks so comfortable..I wish Land Of Nod had adult versions!
Wyatt and I both had miserable colds/sinus problems during the holidays..and stayed inside alot. As soon as the weather was tolerable...I got out the wagon. I'm already counting down the days till spring!
Wyatt just saw an airplane and was completely in awe of it.

It's good to take a minute and stop and smell the roses..or periwinkles..or whatever those happen to be.
I love the age that Wyatt is in at the moment. He is personality plus and it's really interesting to see this little man growing in leaps and bounds before my eyes.

Thanksgiving..a few weeks late

We had a great time at my parent's house for Thanksgiving. Wyatt loved being with his cousins!

Nothing beats raking leaves with a plastic golf club.
My sister's youngest, Brody, is 2 years old and the closest in age to Wyatt. It was really fun watching them play together. I can imagine the conversation going on in the next pics.

Brody: "I need a ride to the other side of the yard."
Wyatt: "Come on in!"
Brody: "Wow..this may be a tight fit. What happened to the back seat of this thing? Will this affect your driving capability?"
Brody: "Don't cry, Wyatt. Your first car is always a little small..but maybe when you get a job..you can get one with a little more leg room."
Hugs make everything better.
A few random pics.

A few things that he is doing lately:
- trying to say any word that involves any object with a motor. Case in point..his first clear words were spoken this week and were "Bus" and "Tractor". He loves this magazine that has motorcycles in it..and is always shoving it in front of our faces and then will sit eagerly next to us as if he is awaiting a great story. Our job is to point out every motorcycle..while he seriously nods and interjects his opinion every now and then.
- likes dancing..particularly to the tunes of Marvin Gaye and Otis Redding. I looked up and noticed Wyatt running up to the speakers and then turning around in circles. He then will bounce up and down with his knees and then when the song is over, he'll give a standing ovation.
- LOVES the Christmas tree. He attempts to add to the decor by putting his own toy balls on the lower branches, which has caused the demise of a few ornaments. Mental note - Next year, I will buy ONLY shatter free ornaments.
- Anyone else find eating out impossible with a 1 year old? Seriously, we take turns walking Wyatt around the restaurant and we always end up waving a white flag and taking our food To Go. I guess we think that this time, he'll be calm....but it's never the case.
- I'm FINALLY getting non-coerced hugs from Wyatt. It's the best! Now if only I could get a kiss or two....

1st Birthday and Halloween

I know...I haven't improved any on my frequency of postings. But...I think I can still use the excuse of the fact that we are still settling into things here in Socorro. Not to mention that we are still living out of suitcases and our household goods shipment is going to take 2 months to get here from Chile (!). That's right...we'll be sleeping on an air mattress till..say..January. Nice.

So...for Wyatt's birthday, we just had a casual affair at the park with some of his friends. There was no way that I could manage a fancy soiree with us moving out of the country in a matter of days. He hadn't had a nap that day due to the constant ringing of the doorbell from realtors showing people the house. Result: a ton of 1st b-day photos with red eyes and a short temper. Poor guy.

You can see a little arm hard at work in tearing into his birthday presents.
Swinging with his friend, Amalia.

Wyatt's birthday cake. I wasn't even going to post it at first due to the amazing cakes I see out there that my friends do for their kids...but I thought maybe my horrible cake decorating skills would make someone else realize that they aren't so bad after all. My nana even looked at it and told me.."Oh well, it's your first time." I was OK till I had to draw the monkey's hands. One hand is huge with 3 fingers while the other has apparently atrophied and withered in some sad accident. And...I'm not quite sure why I thought his foot needed to be red. I will admit..it tasted MUCH better than it looked.
Wyatt wasn't really interested in the cake..but having lots of fun making a mess of it.
One of his gifts was a baby tee from Chile..so he will have a memento of where he was born. I made some great friends in Santiago and Wyatt will be missing his play dates with his friends.

Wyatt loved all the boxes from moving day! It would have been impossible to get anything done if our nana, Luccy, hadn't been there to keep the little man entertained. She is one special lady!


In the States!!
Lately, Wyatt can't seem to get enough cuddle time with his puppies. The other night, he would not stop hugging Major. We were watching for signs of him to get bored and try to use Major as a jungle gym..but he was just content with standing..hugging...and watching Nick Jr. of course.
Went to a farm outside of Albuquerque to pick out a pumpkin. Wyatt was excited that they also had a petting zoo with goats that were just his size.



Unrelated..but ....Wyatt has had 7 (!) haircuts in 13 months and it has a tendency to get out of control really fast. After this nap, his hair refused to stay down. Disregard the remnants of lunch on his face and shirt.
This little penguin had a great time for his 1st Halloween.!