I am pretty sure that my child is a genius. I know that everyone says that, but Wyatt is seriously starting to confirm this hypothesis. He can count to the teens. I say teens because once he hits thirteen he just keeps going i.e. "one, two, tree, pours, pive, sic, seben, eight, nine, ten, leben, twelbe, turteen, turteen, turteen, turteen, turteen, turteen, turteen...... " he can go for a while. It's like a cd that is skipping. He can not only count that high, but if you write out the numbers he can tell you what they are. He loves going to the store because all of the isles are numbered. He shouts out the number each time we are in that isle. His reasoning skills seem advanced as well. Por ejemplo,
Wyatt: "Outside, outside." Standing by the door.
Mommy: " No baby, it is too cold to go outside. Let's stay inside."
Wyatt: "Ah Jacket"
How in the world has this little creature out smarted me?!?!?! 'It's too cold you say Mommy?Then lets get a coat on a go outside to play!' I am in trouble. Big trouble. I better stay on my toes. No erroneous, excuses for this kid. Somehow I don't think 'because I said so' is not going to be my go-to phrase.
Another amazing development in our child's life is that we have given up the Baba (aka bottle), which is hands down his favorite thing in the world, next to wrestling on our king size bed with Dad. We were at the point where he would have a bottle to fall asleep and then he would flood his diaper by 11pm waking up in Lake Pee Pee, which led to lots of crying and unpleasantness, not to mention an incredible amount of laundry. Last night Brett went to bed early (which never happens). Wyatt and I stayed up and read books and played. At one point around 8:30 he realized that Dad was missing, and went to find him. I told him that Daddy had gone night night. To which my sweet child replied, "Ah nig night". Translated means 'I want to go to bed'. I asked him if he was sure and he said "Yep" then proceeded to grab all the necessities: 1 plush stuffed fish named Dorothy, 5 blankets, and 1 pillow. I helped him carry all of them to his crib where he gave me a quick peck and tried to climb into bed. We did the usual ceremonious counting of the blankets and kissing of the fish. The little angel said "la you" (translated means music to my ears... I love you), and once I closed the doors I heard little chattering. Some thing about 'No, No.' and I am pretty sure I heard a 'one, two, tree, pours'. Then nothing. Within 4 minutes the little creature was asleep. This is one of my favorite parts of the day. He is absolutely precious and this is where I always get a kiss; these things are obvious. But there is more to it for me. I take a certain amount of pride in knowing that this little thing is comfortable enough in his surroundings that he doesn't need a pacifier or a bottle. His autonomy makes me think we are doing something right.
Wyatt: "Outside, outside." Standing by the door.
Mommy: " No baby, it is too cold to go outside. Let's stay inside."
Wyatt: "Ah Jacket"
How in the world has this little creature out smarted me?!?!?! 'It's too cold you say Mommy?Then lets get a coat on a go outside to play!' I am in trouble. Big trouble. I better stay on my toes. No erroneous, excuses for this kid. Somehow I don't think 'because I said so' is not going to be my go-to phrase.
Another amazing development in our child's life is that we have given up the Baba (aka bottle), which is hands down his favorite thing in the world, next to wrestling on our king size bed with Dad. We were at the point where he would have a bottle to fall asleep and then he would flood his diaper by 11pm waking up in Lake Pee Pee, which led to lots of crying and unpleasantness, not to mention an incredible amount of laundry. Last night Brett went to bed early (which never happens). Wyatt and I stayed up and read books and played. At one point around 8:30 he realized that Dad was missing, and went to find him. I told him that Daddy had gone night night. To which my sweet child replied, "Ah nig night". Translated means 'I want to go to bed'. I asked him if he was sure and he said "Yep" then proceeded to grab all the necessities: 1 plush stuffed fish named Dorothy, 5 blankets, and 1 pillow. I helped him carry all of them to his crib where he gave me a quick peck and tried to climb into bed. We did the usual ceremonious counting of the blankets and kissing of the fish. The little angel said "la you" (translated means music to my ears... I love you), and once I closed the doors I heard little chattering. Some thing about 'No, No.' and I am pretty sure I heard a 'one, two, tree, pours'. Then nothing. Within 4 minutes the little creature was asleep. This is one of my favorite parts of the day. He is absolutely precious and this is where I always get a kiss; these things are obvious. But there is more to it for me. I take a certain amount of pride in knowing that this little thing is comfortable enough in his surroundings that he doesn't need a pacifier or a bottle. His autonomy makes me think we are doing something right.
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