SUPERMAN! FIRECRACKER!

First some cute Wyatt things I want to remember.

The other day, he threw the blanket over his head and shouted "Where's ME?"

We've been playing hide and seek. Well, I hide and he seeks. He goes over to the couch and counts:

"One! Two! Three! Five! Six! Eight! Nine! Ten! Leven! Five! Six! Nine! Ten! Leven!"

Then..

"Re-ee or not, heh I come!"

It is precious. I took some video of it.

Whenever we go to a mall, he asks if they have an alligator. It took me a bit to realize he meant ELEVATOR.

Along the same line, whenever he is pointing out the tires of a car, he'll say "Tigers!"

He has this thing where he'll yell "SUPERMAN!" then "FIRECRACKER!" I have NO IDEA what it means or what those two things have to do with each other. But even if I say "Superman", he'll say "firecracker!". He has no idea who Superman is, by the way. ????

He has this love/hate relationship with the car wash. He's obsessed with asking about them... where one is, if we can see it, etc. But does NOT want to go in there! We ate at Denny's last week and it was next to a car wash, so we walked over there and peered in. It was off, so I ran in there and Wyatt flipped. "NO, MAMA! NO!!!! COME HERE! COME HERE!!!" I said "Look, it's ok. Nothing bad is happening to me." but he wouldn't go for it.

He even had a bad dream the other day about the car wash and woke up crying "Car wash! Car wash!" and I had to comfort him back to sleep.

He is still obsessed with bodily functions too. I picked him up to put him in his crib the other night. I always scoop him up and say "Scoop a Wyatt!" and he answers "Scoop mama" with that sweet little sleepy smile. The other day he added "I poop on you Mama." LOL.

This morning he was lying on his front with his butt up in the air. He tooted and it was one of those hollow air ones that just sounded like a whoosh. He cracked up laughing and yelled "I want to do that again!!!" and kept straining trying to toot. LOL.

Crystal

Gooble

He likes Yo Gabba Gabba, but for some strange reason, likes Gooble.

Gooble is not a main character. He's this white ghost-dildo-looking thing that just walks around crying all the time.

He kept asking why Gooble was crying and DH said "He broke his toe."

So now every time Gooble comes on, Wyatt asks me "He break his toe?"

And when Gooble isn't on...

"Gooble is?"
"He is at his home right now."
"Gooble is?"
"He's not on right now."
"Gooble is?"
Etc.

He always asks where things are that way...

"Grandma is?"
"My cup is?"
"Blankie is?"

Is it wrong to be conflicted between wanting him to talk correctly and wanting to hold on to all his cute little Wyatt-isms for as long as possible?

Crystal

Jsuh-jsuh towels

A long time ago at a restaurant, Wyatt discovered automatic paper towels in the restroom.

He loved them, and made 20 or so towels pop out, giggling all the time.

When talking about it later, we would make the noise of the dispenser, which is kinda a mechanical sounding "jshuh-jshuh". The first part of the sound is kinda a cross between a soft sh and a j or soft g sound.

Eventually, he would ask if a place has "jshuh-jsuh towels", so we'd always have to go find out.

Now, the term has expanded to anything automatic.

Restrooms can have jshuh-jshuh towels, jshuh-jshuh potties, jshuh-jshuh soap.

Stores have jshuh-jshuh doors if they are the automatically opening ones.

We've seen jshuh-jshuh trash cans.

Now I see Lysol or someone just came out with an automatic soap dispenser for the home. I can't WAIT to get one!!! Wyatt will be so excited to have his own jshuh-jshuh soap!!!

Crystal

HAYRIDE! A story of barf and the kindness of strangers

Saturday, Wyatt was talking about the state fair and the "bumpy Jeeps" ride he loved so much. He said he wanted to go to the fair. I said "Well, the fair isn't open right now, but let's go to the computer and see what is happening right now."

I found "Agriculture Day" at a local park. There were to be booths and activities, a petting zoo, and a hayride. All this can be yours for 3 cans of soup.

So I told him and he was excited.

We got to the park and couldn't find the area it was being held in. The place was HUGE. So we walked and walked and walked. Finally got directions and were heading over. Wyatt started having a coughing fit. Then he said "Mama!" in the saddest voice and reached up to have me pick him up. I started picking him up and...

RALLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPHHHHH!

He threw up. All over me. All over him. All over the sidewalk. It was horrible.

I had left the diaper bag in the car, not knowing how far we were going to be walking to get to this Agriculture Day bonanza. Another mom ran over with her wipes box open and let me take about 20 wipes to get Wyatt and me to the point where we didn't have upchuck hanging from our clothes. I thanked her profusely.

Then I told Wyatt "Ok buddy. We are going to have to go back home and change clothes."

A look of sheer despair came across his face.

"NO! NO!", he started crying. "Hayride. Hayride."

His heart was breaking, and what kind of mom would let that happen?

"Ok, ok... we'll go on the hayride. C'mon. People will just have to deal with the smell of vomit on the hayride, but they'll live."

We got to the entrance of Agriculture Day, and I deposited my cans in the donation box. Wyatt started asking for water. Well, of course he did. He just threw up.

And of course... I had left our water in the car, thinking we'd only be here 30-40 minutes. An hour max. We'd live without water.

We wandered around looking for a water fountain. There were none to be found. There was a booth offering water. For a dollar. And you guessed it... I left my money in the car.

What can I say? I like to travel light.

We found the area for the hayride and Wyatt kept asking for water. I felt horrible and had nothing to offer him. I told him we'd go back to the car and get our water after the hayride.

A man next to us in line gave me a look. I don't know if it was due to the stench of vomit emanating from our clothing or the fact that my son was asking for water and I had none, but I felt compelled to tell him the whole story.

We continued to wait and finally got on the hayride. We sat down and the man I was talking to came over to us and... handed us a bottle of water. He had gone back to the booth selling water and bought one for us. I almost cried. That was so nice and so unexpected and so relieving. I thanked him profusely, feeling like a loser mom but happy that my son had water. I opened the water and Wyatt guzzled it.

Then the hayride started. It was ok for me. Nothing exciting. But Wyatt loved it and wanted to do it again. And that is what it is all about.



Then we went home and changed clothes.

The end.

Crystal