When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. Isaiah 43:2



Thursday, January 8, 2009

Wyatt...


...is kind of starting to talk a little. He has always been very expressive, but he is now making actual words which only I, the beloved mommy interpreter, can translate. :) His latest word is, "Waahhhhh!" instead of "Yah!" when he answers a question.
Mommy: "Do you want to go play in the sandbox?"
Wyatt: "Waaahhhh!"
It took me a little while to figure it out until one time Kya and he answered a question simultaneously, Kya saying "Yaaah!" and Wyatt saying "Waaaahh!" I couldn't help but laugh.

So at 21 months, I am finally getting to hear what my son has to say about things. I can't wait to hear some complete sentences. This kid has a lot going on in his head I am sure of it. Perhaps thoughts like, "Why is it that my mom stays in her jammies all day?" or "How am I expected to get a word in edgewise around here?" I am quite sure he is almost ALWAYS thinking, "How can I climb up on that?"
This morning, he was most certainly thinking, "It feels a little like I'm sleeping in a lake." His diaper was so full that the top front came apart spilling the little gel balls all over the place. His "lovey" blankie was also soaked (but still held close to his little chest) and he STILL didn't want me to change his diaper!!
Shortly after awakening (and having his diaper changed with great struggle), he went in search of the puppy, who was holed up in the laundry room. Since Wyatt can't open the door to the laundry room, he took to talking with the puppy under the door. "Puppa!" "Puppa!" Much whining from both puppy and Wyatt ensued. Ignoring both, I continued to make the oh-so- gourmet breakfast I had begun prior to Wyatt's awakening--yogurt and Cheerios (insert tiny trademark symbol here). A few minutes after plunking the meal on the table, I checked on Wyatt, who was still on his tummy head cocked to the side talking with the puppy, this time next to a completely blank fridge. He had shoved every magnet, artwork piece, and photo within his reach under the door for puppy's viewing (or chewing). No one was whining anymore, but many perfectly good magnets are now being partially digested by our puppy.
Ahhhhh, just another calm quiet morning in the Haner house.

1 comment:

Raquel, The Glamorous Life said...

Jake is starting to talk more now to, i love it! oh the life with boys they are so curious and how do they always find trouble. BUT boy do htye love there mommies!