Today at preschool Wyatt drew a happy face...eyes, nose, and a mouth. Well, to be honest, it surely looked like there were more than TWO eyes, but it is the first representative drawing I have ever seen from him. His teacher was excited to tell me all about it when I came to pick him up.
There is a really cool lighting store right next to the preschool, and last week we walked around...well, I carried Wyatt around it, so he wouldn't touch anything. He had been asking to go in for weeks. I told him we couldn't touch anything because it was "breakable". Although I might have, I don't remember using that word with him before or after that day.
Today after preschool we walked around it again, when Wyatt said he wanted to touch one of the lamps. After I told him we couldn't touch the lamps, he said, "Because they're breakable. Are they breakable, Mommy?" I couldn't believe he remembered that word!
Monday, August 24, 2009
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
I *might* be doing SOMETHING right...
Today as we were leaving the laundromat (silly washer having issues AGAIN, right after we bought a new part), Wyatt dropped his sippy cup and it started rolling away. Which started a meltdown of grandiose proportions. A little boy (maybe 6 or 7) saw it and handed it back to him. Which immediately stopped the tantrum, and Wyatt said, "Oh, thank you!" ;)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I'm pretty sure he is a smarty-pants.
Wyatt that is. He has been able to identify numbers, colors, shapes, and most letters of the alphabet since, oh, around 18 months or so...around the same time he started arguing with us about, oh, EVERYTHING.
No wait, I take that back. That was BIRTH. Or maybe before. If a 32 hour labor is any indication, he was all, "HELLO...I'm nice and cozy and just fine in here, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. So SCREW YOU crazy contractions, and come back about a quarter to never, cause that's about when I'll be making my entrance into the world. Just so you know."
The verbal part of disagreeing started with arguments such as, "Wear pants." As an answer to why he couldn't eat his peas. I didn't say the arguments were logical mind you.
They have progressed to statements like, "No, I can't eat this pasta. I don't like it. I like the car pasta. It is my favorite. Mommy, I told you many times, I will not eat it." Cheeky little monkey. And similar long-winded arguments to just about anything he's not cool with. Which, depending on the day or the minute, could be just about EVERYTHING. Did I mention he was moody and extremely sensitive? Yeah, just a smidge. Or maniacally, crazily silly. It all depends to which side the intensity switch is positioned.
He just built a crazy cool train track setup, complete with the tracks curving around underneath another bridge of tracks. I'm pretty impressed actually. Mostly about the fact that it took the 2 minutes I was down the hall in the bathroom...
Wyatt regularly counts above 50, and supposedly (according to Eric) has counted up past 100 by himself. And he doesn't just have the numbers memorized, he can count any amount of items accurately. It is a trip, and regularly freaks people out. ;)
His latest thing is to constantly ask me (while we are driving), "What's that car, Mommy?" "What's that truck?" And the color and KIND of truck are not sufficient. Nope, he doesn't care that its a blue pickup truck. Nope. He wants to know the kind. Ford. "Ford what, Mommy?" "Um, I don't know...a Ford F150." I'm totally serious. We are so going to have one of those kids that asks "why" about everything, but no answer is ever detailed enough. Haha. Thanks, Eric. ;)
No wait, I take that back. That was BIRTH. Or maybe before. If a 32 hour labor is any indication, he was all, "HELLO...I'm nice and cozy and just fine in here, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. So SCREW YOU crazy contractions, and come back about a quarter to never, cause that's about when I'll be making my entrance into the world. Just so you know."
The verbal part of disagreeing started with arguments such as, "Wear pants." As an answer to why he couldn't eat his peas. I didn't say the arguments were logical mind you.
They have progressed to statements like, "No, I can't eat this pasta. I don't like it. I like the car pasta. It is my favorite. Mommy, I told you many times, I will not eat it." Cheeky little monkey. And similar long-winded arguments to just about anything he's not cool with. Which, depending on the day or the minute, could be just about EVERYTHING. Did I mention he was moody and extremely sensitive? Yeah, just a smidge. Or maniacally, crazily silly. It all depends to which side the intensity switch is positioned.
He just built a crazy cool train track setup, complete with the tracks curving around underneath another bridge of tracks. I'm pretty impressed actually. Mostly about the fact that it took the 2 minutes I was down the hall in the bathroom...
Wyatt regularly counts above 50, and supposedly (according to Eric) has counted up past 100 by himself. And he doesn't just have the numbers memorized, he can count any amount of items accurately. It is a trip, and regularly freaks people out. ;)
His latest thing is to constantly ask me (while we are driving), "What's that car, Mommy?" "What's that truck?" And the color and KIND of truck are not sufficient. Nope, he doesn't care that its a blue pickup truck. Nope. He wants to know the kind. Ford. "Ford what, Mommy?" "Um, I don't know...a Ford F150." I'm totally serious. We are so going to have one of those kids that asks "why" about everything, but no answer is ever detailed enough. Haha. Thanks, Eric. ;)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Just Dance.
When I heard "Look, Mommy, I'm dancin'!" I just had to pull over and capture it on video. Enjoy. ;)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Happy 8 Years!!!
A little late with this post, but we celebrated our 8th anniversary on August 11th. Has it really been that long?
Eric came home with a card and THREE dozen gorgeous red and white roses. ;) Later on we dropped Wyatt off at a friend's house for a couple of hours and went out for the BEST. SUSHI. EVER. Given that this was one of the first times we have had Wyatt watched by someone other than my mom since that first unsuccessful attempt for our anniversary two years ago, he was fabulous. It helped that our friends have a five year old and a two year old that he had fun playing with.
Hmmm....maybe we should think about doing this again before another two years passes, eh?
Eric came home with a card and THREE dozen gorgeous red and white roses. ;) Later on we dropped Wyatt off at a friend's house for a couple of hours and went out for the BEST. SUSHI. EVER. Given that this was one of the first times we have had Wyatt watched by someone other than my mom since that first unsuccessful attempt for our anniversary two years ago, he was fabulous. It helped that our friends have a five year old and a two year old that he had fun playing with.
Hmmm....maybe we should think about doing this again before another two years passes, eh?
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