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. ;)

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