Tuesday, November 23, 2010


"No, Mommy, I don't want you to go!"

"But I have to, I'll be back later."

"Are you taking the cake?"

"No, I'm not taking the cake."

"Oh, good. Bye!"

Sunday, November 21, 2010

And that made all the difference.

Just now, heard from the bathroom, "ARGHHHH!! BLAHH!!!!! COME ON!!!!!!!!!! ACK!!!!"

"Are you ok, Wyatt?"

"I don't need any help!"

Running out of the bathroom, "I was trying to pull up my pants and it was really hard so I said to myself, "I think I can, I REALLY think I can."

Saturday, November 6, 2010

New Haircut

Two nights ago, Wyatt told me he didn't like his hair. He wanted his hair to stick up in the front, "like his friend Ethan." So I told him we would go get a haircut the next day. Witness the transformation:

(Taken about a week prior, after pretending to dress the poor dog up for Halloween...I tried to get a picture in the barber shop beforehand but he was so excited he wouldn't stay still!)

He looks like such a big boy now. Part of me was sad about him looking so much older, but another, bigger part was proud of him for deciding how he wants to look for himself. Every time I look at him I am struck by how fast he is growing up. It is bittersweet, but I never want to stifle his spirit. I love that about him.