Highlighting Disaster

We're toying with potty training these days.  I can't quite get myself to 100% commit and Little Guy seems less than eager to try, so I figure why fight about it...well, he was rocking the sans diaper look this morning when I went upstairs to put down Mr. Wyatt Bear...and when I returned he triumphantly reported he had gone potty in the toilet, and he had!!!!  He quickly demanded the jelly bean he had been promised, and then I saw his face...and his tummy...and the bath tub...and the bathroom walls...and the playroom door...and the playroom walls...and the train table...and the laundry room door...and the wine fridge...and the hallway....and the family room wall...and the sliding glass doors...and the small chairs....and I realized he had found a teal highlighter in the office...he told me he was coloring...deep breath and a dash to the Magic Eraser tub (we keep those stocked in our house) and a quick chat about ONLY coloring on paper....Little Guy helped me clean with his own washcloth, and thankfully the Magic Eraser worked ( I seriously LOVE those things) on the walls and furniture...he was still a "teally" mess when we headed out to the park, but there's only so much you can scrub before your skin starts to revolt...It was an interesting morning here, and I wouldn't expect it any other way.

Nine months old

Our sweet little Mr. Wyatt Bear is nine months old today!  We're quickly approaching the "out of the womb longer than in the womb mark" that comes at 10 months old, or five days shy of 10 months in this guy's case.  He modeled his new top two teeth today, something he is very proud of- he enjoys biting his spoon and laughing during meal time and has taken to grinding his teeth as he falls asleep.  Who knew you could be a teeth grinder when you only have four little nubs to begin with???  I am constantly amazed at what he does each day; it seems like he's still our little baby and yet oddly capable of moving, eating, laughing, and being a little awesome ball of love...Little Guy is anxiously awaiting the day he can walk and I think he won't know what hit him when his little brother can finally chase after him and retrieve all the toys Little Guy deems "mine" all day long.  Sweet baby boy, you are officially three quarters of the way through your first year and your mama can't believe it!  Happy Nine Month Birthday Mr. Wyatt Bear!

Preschool here we come

It was raining today (yay!!) so Daddy was able to stick around and go with us to drop off our preschool papers.  Little Guy is excited about "his preschool" although I don't think he fully understands exactly what preschool is.  We had been once a few months ago and he was sold after he got to play on the playground, but this time around with the rainy weather we stayed in the classroom.  It wasn't an official visit, just dropping off the enrollment papers and tuition, but Mary Lou took Daddy for a classroom tour while the boys and I played with the sweet class bunny.  I love that preschool can still have class pets, I remember my kindergarten bunnies and how much fun we had when they had baby bunnies.  Needless to say, we had to convince Little Guy that he needed to leave and promised him he could come back after the summertime.  It warms my heart to see him so excited about this next chapter, but I can't believe we're already here...time really does fly...

9 Month Appointment

We were a few days early, but since there are no vaccinations involved with the nine month appointment, we decided to get it out of the way first thing Monday morning.  I am happy to report that Mr. Wyatt Bear is growing and thriving just as we hoped, meeting all milestones, and most importantly, doing it all with a smile on his face!  He weighed in at 19 pounds 1.1 ounces and 28 3/4 inches tall...the nurse asked me how long he was when he was born and I couldn't remember- MOM FAIL!!  It always reassures my worrying mommyself when we go in to see Dr. Walker; there's never been anything to be really worried about, but I always seem to find a way to make the worse scenarios up in my head.  Aside from calming me down, Dr. Walker is apparently also very good at convincing Little Guy what he needs to be doing.  Dr. Walker talked to him about how yucky it was to pick his nose and how neat it was to go potty on the toilet ( again, I love our doctor) and all day long since we left Little Guy is reminding me that Dr. Walker told him "No No, Wesley don't pick his nose" and he felt it necessary to call and leave Gigi and Papa a message letting them know that Dr. Walker goes poo-poo in the toilet...Oh Little Guy, you crack me up!  And Dr. Walker, I am going to be enlisting him for all my hard lessons, Little Guy loves him!

Party Animals

We have been packing our weekends full lately, and let me tell you, I am a little relieved to see Monday morning roll around and know all I have to do is get the boys dressed in sweats for a little drop in gymnastics play...we had THREE parties today.  We started with a two year old birthday party that was a fun and tiring event, followed by a BBQ at Uncle Luke's and Aunt Kim's, followed by a much needed nap break, and then concluding our run with another two year old birthday  party down the street...I am exhausted, and slightly nauseous, thinking about the day and all the food and goodies we had...Little Guy loves a delicious piece of Happy Birthday cake and today he certainly got his fill!  I think these busy days are just glimpses into our potentially chaotic future...

Our climber

Yes, this is now happening in our house...Little Guy wheels over his bike or finds a stool to carry and hoists himself up to open the fridge.  He then moves the bike or stool and uses the freezer bar to practice his gymnastics and maneuver his way onto the bottom ledge of the fridge.  Then he stands IN the fridge and decides what it is that he "needs"...the red Crystal Light quickly got dumped after a few close calls of him choosing that gallon pitcher to take down by himself.  Oh sweet bear, you keep me on my toes...what will we do when you have a little side kick in tow?

S-T-R-I-K-E

We hit up the lanes with the Metchos and Santopadres today.  Fairfield was on spring break so we took advantage and got in a play date with our favorite big kids.  Little Guy and Jackson were siked to be together and could have cared less about the bowling game...We followed it up with pizza and MANY attempts to win a prize from the arcade.  The prize was a bust but the day was a perfect 10 for everyone!