Happy Halloween!

Pumpkin Patch Pics

Little Cutie

Miraculously, Wyatt's face is almost back to perfect a little over a week after his nasty spill. Vitamin E and olive oil works wonders! ;) Here are some pictures of the little man showing off.

Fire Pictures

These were all taken from our backyard on Oct 13th...

Fire Season

Not really Wyatt-related, but we are on top of a hill right now watching a HUGE fire burn on Camp Pendleton. This is the 2nd major fire there in a few days. Santa Ana conditions are just perfect. The first one we watched from about midnight on from our bedroom window. Thankfully no one was hurt, but it was quite a show. Post pictures when I get a chance.

Happier Times...aka Earlier in the Day... ;)

Poor Little Boy...

Wyatt's little girlfriend has a brand new brother! I am always in awe and amazed when someone decides to give it another go. I think maybe they had a different experience then me, because geez, I only have one, and half the time I can't tell you what time zone I live in OR where my keys are. You know in the movie "Juno" where she says, "I'm ill-equiped." Well, yeah, that about sums it up right there. Of course, I know I would be happy to have another if it so happens, but the thought of actually MAKING THAT DECISION MYSELF? That thought strikes me with something akin to PANIC and TERROR. Those people who have twins? And oh my heavens, triplets? Well, they ought to be canonized.

But I digress...Something happened today that I had no control over, but nevertheless made me briefly question my mothering abilities, as all paranoid freaks are prone to do. I was outside playing with Wyatt on the porch, when all of the sudden he lurched forward. I think he tripped, but it happened so fast, I couldn't be sure. Anyhow, the short of it is that he fell down two stairs, and landed face-first on the pavement of the driveway. He immediately started crying and I scooped him up, noticing the angry red gash on his forehead and below his nose. I was very concerned that he may have broken it, but after he had calmed down a bit, he let me clean it off in the bath. After he was all bathed and lotioned up, I rubbed it with vitamin E oil. I felt terrible for him, but he soon forgot and was his goofy self.

I know its irrational, but when we were out later in the day, I felt like I needed to explain to people what had happened in order to ward off any concerned calls to CPS. Poor kid looked a little worse for the wear. We did mention it to a few people who looked our way. I have no idea what onlookers were thinking, but I do know that we tried extra hard to seem like doting parents (that we OF COURSE are...hehe ;). And it totally helped that Wyatt was being really silly, all but oblivious to his poor face.

The below pictures were taken with my camera phone, so they are kinda blurry. They make me sad. :(

My Silly Boy

Wyatt has taken to calling my mom "Grandmommy". It is ADORABLE. Lately, he has been wanting to take soft toys and books to bed with him, and the other morning when I went to get him, he had a soft book with pictures of family in it. As I was lifting him out of the crib, he bent back towards it, pointing at the book. It was turned to the page of my mom. He wouldn't let me take him out of the room until he was holding the book. He pointed frantically, saying, "Grandmommy, Grandmommy". So sweet.

The other day we were playing with his "girlfriend" and her mom and I were talking when we noticed they had run off. We found them in the laundry room, face to face, staring at each other. And then they wrapped their arms around each other and hugged.

What a little character we have. ;)

"Ma Gramma"

The other day we decided to test Wyatt's memory by showing him pictures of his Grandmas and Grandpa. (When we were last back east, he referred to his Grandpa as "Pa" and he couldn't say "Grandma" or anything close.) When we pointed to a picture of his Grandpa and asked him who it was, he said, "Gran Pa", despite the fact that is has been two months since our visit, and we had not shown him a picture since. Also, when asked, he referred to BOTH his grandmas as "Gramma", or more specifically, "Ma Gramma". It was after nine east coast time, but I just HAD to call my mom and put him on speaker phone. ;)

While we were talking, the little man spontaneously came up to me and gave me a great big hug and proceded to pat me on the back with his hands while hugging me. This lasted for a few minutes. Sweetest. Thing. EVER.

Then Eric comes along and tells me he does that to HIM all the time. Well, excuse me, hot stuff. ;)P

Nauseating Bragfest 2008

So far “time-out” has been working better then I had hoped. That’s pretty much all I’m going to say about that, in hopes of not jinxing it. ;) Except for one drawback; it only really works effectively at home. If Wyatt starts to disobey or lose it in a STORE, I can take him out to sit in the car for a minute, but this really only works if leaving the store was not what he WANTED in the first place. Ah well, you live and learn.

On a totally warm and fuzzy note, Wyatt has been starting to give *real* hugs (*using his arms, and not just nuzzling with his head). He has probably been doing this for a bit, but what really brought it to my attention was the other day when we were leaving his friend’s house. I told him to give her a hug, and in addition to leaning his head into her he wrapped his arms around her in a complete embrace. She did the same. It was adorable to see two 18 months olds hugging it out.

The other day we went to the park and that was the first day I really noticed Wyatt participating in reciprocal play; not just “parallel” or “trying to steal each other’s toys” play. He has never taken much interest in climbing around on the equipment by himself, but underneath the play structure there was a sort of plastic window. A little girl who looked about his age came over and they started passing (and throwing) wood chips back and forth to each other through the window. This went on for a good ten minutes and both of them were laughing hysterically, having such a great time. (There are pictures on my girlfriend’s camera, which I hope to get and post soon.)

Another recent development; when Wyatt first sees Eric emerging from our room in the morning, he runs up to him and shouts, “Hi, Daddy!” while throwing his arms around Eric’s legs. It is undoubtedly one of the sweetest things I have ever seen. As dead-set as I am against it, I somehow immediately turn into one of those really annoying piles of mush who is always gushing about motherhood. ;)