Wyattisms

(Wyatt sniffs swim diaper and gives me a serious look) "It smells yike disgusting."

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Wyatt: "I almost getting bigger... almost. (pause) I not a baby anymore."
Me: "But you'll always be my baby."
Wyatt: (ponders for a moment) "Yeh"

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Wyatt sucks a big drink of lemonade up the straw then says... "This is some good stuff!"

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I was singing Baby Don't You Cry to him (same as every other night for the last 2+ years) and he let out a big ol' toot right as I got to the part where I'd sing "Gonna be made with butterscotch love" so instead I sang "Gonna be made with... toots." and of course, he thought that was funny.

But then I added "If you keep going, instead of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", I'll have to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Fart"

Oh man, did he think that was funny. He kept giggling and giggling, and every time he stopped, he'd start back up. Of course I was dying laughing just listening to him.

Crystal

Cleaning up

This morning, Wyatt was playing with his letters in his room (magnetic letters and a metal board from Ikea). I went in my room across the hall to take a quick shower.

I got done and went to see what he was doing and he was walking across the hall toward me.

I asked "Are you done playing with your letters?"

He beamed. "I throwed them!!!"

"WHAT?" (in a shocked voice, imagining magnetic letters all over the room). I started walking toward his room.

A look of sheer panic crossed his face. "NOOO!!!!!" he screamed.

Then he regrouped.

He took my arm calmly and smiled up at me. "Hey mommy, come over here..." pulling me away from his room. LOL

(I thought that was some good quick thinking!)

"No, I need to go look in your room."

Sure enough, there were letters everywhere.

"You need to pick these up." I say.

He looked at me with the most serious face and said...

"I'm yazy." (lazy)

LOL

"No you aren't lazy. You aren't a lazy boy. I am going to dry my hair. When I come back, I want all the letters picked up. If I have to pick any up, they go in the garbage."

I dried my hair and on the way out of my room again met Wyatt in the hall.

"Come see! Come see!" he said.

I walked in his room and all the letters were picked up and were back on the board. "Very good!" I said. He beamed again.

Crystal

Buttersocks

Me: "Oh man. You need a haircut! Do you want to go to that place that has the cars you sit in, and suckers?"

Wyatt: "I want wootbeer sucker. (pause) Or cheh-wee. (pause) Day don't have cheh-wee. Or gwape. Just wootbeer and butter-socks. Wootbeer and butter-socks! That it!!!" (with a shrug)

(butter-socks is butterscotch, btw)

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I came home from Walmart and DH was playing this game on the PS3 where a guy propels himself through the air and hits stuff around town. It's really DUMB.

And I said "Wyatt, do you like that silly game?"

So later, I was reading a book to him and the book asks "What makes you happy?"

He thought for a moment and answered " Dat sih-wee (silly) game dat Daddy was pwaying on the tv."

LOL.

He's so funny!!!!

Crystal

Squirting a baby

I asked Wyatt "Are you Mommy's little punkin?"
"No. I Daddy's punkin."
I frown.
"But it ok. I still yuv you."



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Wyatt: "Where my sister?"
Me: "Honey, you don't have a sister."
Wyatt: "Yes I do. She in the pool."
???
Me: "Ok, if you have a sister, what is her name?"
Wyatt: (thinks for a moment)... "SHAMPOOEY!"

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Me: "Hey Micky (his 18 year old cousin) is going to come over."
Wyatt: "Micky come over?.... OOOH HOW FUN!"
Me: "LOL... yeh, Micky's a good cousin."
Wyatt: "Micky a good cousin. I a good cousin too!"

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We were looking at a book with a bunch of pictures of animals...

Wyatt: "That kinda a doggie."
Me: "That's a fox."
Wyatt: "He have tail yike a doggie."
Me: "Yes, he does."
Wyatt (points to owl): "He kinda yike a doggie too."
Me: "No, he's an owl. See, he has a beak?"
Wyatt: (ponders) "Yike Owl on Little Bear?"
Me: "Yes, just like Owl on Little Bear."

(I thought that was a brilliant connection!)

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He is getting to where he says so many things that make me laugh, it is hard to remember them to type them out.

He's starting to really use his imagination when he is playing too. Yesterday he was "squirting that baby in the yard" with his squirt gun. ??? I asked if there was some kind of real baby (baby doll, baby animal?) and he said "No, it a pretend baby."

Pigeon!

I usually wait until I have a few, but I thought this was funny.

He kept sniffing in the backseat of the car, so I asked "Do you have a boogie in your nose?"

"No. A pigeon."

"What??? You have a PIGEON in your nose?"

((((giggle))))) "YES!"



Crystal

Go gate... it's your birthday

Whenever someone is going slowly in front of me on the road, instead of yelling or calling them "idiot", I say "Go car... Go car... It's your birthday.."

Weird, I know. But that's me.

So we were pulling up to our community, waiting for the gate to swing open, and Wyatt says from the back seat:

"Go gate. It your birthday."

I almost passed out, I laughed so hard.

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Wyatt: Nice car wash open?
Me: No, it closes at six. It's closed. It'll be open again tomorrow morning.

Wyatt pauses and thinks for a few moments... "No, it open Saturday."

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He went into a recitation about everything he knows about himself the other day.

" I two."
"I almost free. (three)"
"My birthday June nine."
"My name Wyatt Douglas Bar-nic."
"Daddy name Doug."

I can't remember what else he said, but he just kept going on and on. It was cute.

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I asked him what he wants for his birthday.
He said "A bouncy house."

Crystal

Dandelions

I had the first instance of crying about moving. I had painted Wyatt's room at our old house. They are getting ready to paint it over with a neutral brown, so I told Wyatt to say goodbye to the bird on his wall since he won't see it again. He used to say goodnight to the bird, along with a few other things in the room.

Wyatt said "NO!" with his voice quivering... "Don't paint him. Don't paint him."

I started tearing up. "We have to honey. We don't live here anymore. But I took a picture of him and we can put it in your new room. So say bye to him."

Wyatt waved up at the bird with a tearful voice... "Bye"

Then he paused.

"I want to kiss him."

So I held Wyatt up to the bird, which sits on top of his closet door, and let him kiss it, while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Leaving that house hasn't been hard for me. But knowing my boy was having to leave behind something he loves... that was much harder.

The dandelions were my favorite thing in the room. They represented making a wish, and Wyatt being the answer to my wish. I had little random dandelion fluffs like the one above the flowers scattered on the walls throughout the room. They weren't easy to see, but if you looked for them, you could find them all over.

Crystal

The first time I have cried about moving

 
I had the first instance of crying about moving. I had painted Wyatt's room at our old house. They are getting ready to paint it over with a neutral brown, so I told Wyatt to say goodbye to the bird on his wall since he won't see it again. He used to say goodnight to the bird, along with a few other things in the room.

Wyatt said "NO!" with his voice quivering... "Don't paint him. Don't paint him."

I started tearing up. "We have to honey. We don't live here anymore. But I took a picture of him and we can put it in your new room. So say bye to him."

Wyatt waved up at the bird with a tearful voice... "Bye"

Then he paused.

"I want to kiss him."

So I held Wyatt up to the bird, which sits on top of his closet door, and let him kiss it, while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Leaving that house hasn't been hard for me. But knowing my boy had to leave behind something he loves... that was much harder.

The dandelions were my favorite thing in the room. They represented making a wish, and Wyatt being the answer to my wish. I had little random dandelion fluffs like the one above the flowers scattered on the walls throughout the room. They weren't easy to see, but if you looked for them, you could find them all over.

Crystal

Memorial Day photos

Wyatt and I on Memorial Day in Flagstaff. I just LOVE the look on his face in the one where I am down next to him. It captures him SOOO well.