Potty Trained

Well, we finally made it! Wyatt is potty trained. And this was his incentive and it worked. He got to go up and ride on the Big Thomas. We told him we would take him if he kept going in the potty. It was off and on for a while. He'd wanna wear a diaper, then he'd wanna wear underwear. Once I told him he could ride on Thomas, he decided that's what he wanted to do. It was pretty easy once he got the hang of it, and I'm so proud of him. It was about three weeks ago when I made this promise. Since he doesn't quite grasp the concept of time, he began to think he was never going to ride on it. As we got closer to the event, I'd ask him if he wanted to ride on Thomas, and he would reply, "Wyatt's too big." Once we pulled up to the Heber Creeper and Thomas the Tank was at the head, he realized that he would get to ride Thomas. Felicia and I took our kids up(minus Misty), and had a fun time.

The picture above is at the Dairy Keen where we ate before we headed over to the fairgrounds. They had Thomas chugging through the whole restaurant, and every kids' meal came with a wooden whistle.

They got to meet Sir Topham Hat, who is apparently scary. Felicia had to step in to make them feel more comfortable by him.

They had play centers, movies, and a gift shop. We played in all these places while we waited to ride the train.

We finally got on the train. The kids enjoyed themselves, and the weather was nice.

Me and my boys.

Felicia, Kaylee, and Dusty. They all got a little viewfinder. Dusty is treating it like a camera.

It was hard to keep them still in their picture with Thomas. They just wanted to look at him.

Skipping Dinner

Do you think he was hungry this morning?

See this guy? He LOVES to jump. We swear he'll be a ball player and have mad hops with how much he jumps everyday! Off couches, beds, stools....oh and when music plays, hopping around is his dancing. Well, thanks to Aunt Charity, he got to be in heaven and jump in a padded, netted, child-sized place for an hour and a half straight. It was her daughter's birthday, and she invited us up. It was pretty fun. So if your child is like mine, you may enjoy a family outing to Jump On It. Did I mention kids 3 and under are FREE?

Hi Ho! Hi Ho!

The latest movie in our family has been "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." Wyatt and Misty's favorite part is when the dwarfs leave for work singing the famous "Hi Ho!"They clap and jump and dance around. My favorite part is later on in the day when Wyatt runs the loop in our house chanting, "Hi ho, hi ho. It's off a work e go! Er reeber reeber reeber ree! Hi ho, hi ho! Guess we know what whistling sounds like in a child's words.

Turning 3!

My little man turned three last month. He's getting so big. I kept asking him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday. If you know my son, when he's asked a question, he'll just repeat the question. He's getting better at responding, but I gave up and decided to go simple with a candy cane cake. You can tell he loved the "W for Wyatt". That is what he is saying in this picture, and I proudly predicted this response. So I felt better about not wanting to go all out on a Thomas the Train cake. He was excited, and that made me happy.

The dinner guests: Kaylee, Aunt Felicia, Dusty...

Grandma May, Papa and Grandma Bailey, and Aunt Corinne

PRESENTS!

Misty has to be in front of the camera saying, "CHEEEEESE!"
She still has potatoes on her face :)

I had to throw this picture in. This is a usual sight for us in the morning. He makes his way across the hall to the bathroom during the night. Maybe he secretly wants to be potty-trained?? Or maybe he's a little sleep-walker like his dad was as a child. Too funny.

Wyatt has ALWAYS been a great helper. He loves to play with his little sister and dad. He'll come up and give me the nicest hug and kiss and say, "Nice Loves". He just melts my heart with his giggles and smiles. He's learning his letters and colors and counts to ten. He also loves to work puzzles, and that has become on of his favorite things to do! He's always been an observant learner, so he had to watch the puzzle be put together before he would try, and he is doing so well. We love you so much Wyatt! You bring us so much joy.

Team Prayer

Wyatt said the prayer at breakfast this morning. I helped him although he obviously knew what to say. This is how it went.

Me: Heavenly Father
Wyatt: bless
M: the food
W: the food
M: Thank Thee
W: for it
M: Name of Jesus
W: Christ...AMEN!

Good Job!

This is just on of those posts for my memory's sake.
Lately, Wyatt has been wanting to do more things on his own. Open and close doors, put on his hat, brush his own teeth, which I of course, have to really help with. He's really become more independent lately. He made me laugh the other day, when we decided to drive to Grandma's house. Ross had the truck which had his car seat in it, so I had him sit up front so I could keep him under control. Plus, it's not that far, so I put him in the front and closed the door. By the time I had walked around to the driver's side, he'd found the keys in the console and had them held out to give to me. This was our conversation.

Wyatt: Here, mom.
Me: Thank you, Wyatt.
Wyatt: Y'Welcome! (pointing to the ignition) Right there, mom.
Me: Ok (putting the key in and turning it on)
Wyatt: Good Job!

It made me laugh, and it was one of those moments that made me even happier to be a mother.

Mimicking Mommy

I shouldn't post this, because everyone will know what a mean mom I am. But it gave me a little chuckle, so I thought I'd keep a record of it. Yesterday, I was doing the dishes while Wyatt ate his lunch. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but he was saying, "Hear me? Stop! Hear me? Stop!"; because mom says, "Do you hear me? Stop it!" Then later on, Misty had a disc that went to his viewfinder. I told him to take it away from her so she wouldn't chew it up. He took it away and said, "No, Misty, spank a bum!" I had to explain to him that only mom and dad give spankings, which we really don't do very often. I guess we will really have to be careful what we say from now on.

Another One Bites the Dust

Since my last post about Wyatt's owie, he has finally spoken a whole sentence. He talks pretty well, mostly fragments or mumbling parts of the sentence he can't say. This new sentence is a little significant though. He says, "No monkeys jumpin on the bed." And he says it pretty well. On the way to the hospital, since he wasn't crying or anything, we sang that song to him. Now when he climbs on our bed, we have to remind him "no more monkeys jumping on the bed", and that that was how he got his owie. Ross took out his stitches the Tuesday after, just five days before we had another incident.

Sunday evening we went to Charity's house in Orem. Her daughter is turning six and we had a family dinner and party. I had ridden up with parents and we were getting ready to go. Even though Wyatt was still at the table munching on cake, I was putting Misty's pajamas on so we could go. There wasn't anyone else at the table with him, but all of the sudden we heard a THUD followed by crying. I knew it was Wyatt, but I continued to dress Misty knowing that one of my sisters would love him better. Erika ran over and picked him up and brought him over by me. He wanted me, so we swapped places. He had his head in my shoulder as I walked out of the room when someone shouted, "His head is bleeding in the back!" My first thoughts were, "Oh Great! Really!?! More stitches?" I took him into the kitchen and Charity started to wipe off the wound and got a better look at it. It was split open pretty good. Charity's husband, Brandon, was looking around to see where he'd hit since nobody actually saw it happen. We concluded that the impact of the hard wood floor split his head.

Ross wasn't there this time. He had to work, so my dad and I took him to an Instacare just a few blocks away. When the Doc finally took a look at it, he said he'd just put a few staples in it. STAPLES!?! I'd heard of it like after surgeries and stuff, but in my little boy's head? He assured me that it was quicker than shaving around the wound, giving a local anesthetic, and finally stitching. The pain would be less than the local itself, so I consented. They put in three staples and he barely cried. What a tough little man. They put an ointment and bandage on it, and we were good to go. When we got back to Charity's he was ready to play, with his cool blue car bandage. Sorry, no gruesome pics of the wound before the staples. They're on my phone, and I'm not sure how to post them. I'll try, but here are these for now.


The next day we went to a Chinese restaurant for Bonnie's birthday. Wyatt's fortune cookie said, "Your judgment cannot be trusted at this time. Turn to friends." I guess I need to be a little more aware of him if I don't want to be turned into Child Protective Services.

Bad...to the Bone!

My son was being unusually clumsy yesterday. He bumped his head or fell, no joke, at least a dozen times. My dad says it's probably due to growth spurts. Well, by the middle of the day, I wish now that I'd been a little more cautious. After my shower, I was getting dressed when Misty woke up, and she was a little fussy when Ross brought her up. He hopped in the shower, and while I finished getting dressed, Misty started to really cry. She was up on the bed and so was Wyatt. He was jumping around a little, then he'd stop to talk to Misty and that would ease her crying for a second. I picked her up to take her downstairs for a bottle saying, "Come on Wyatt." Just then, he sprung off the bed and took a dive into our dresser. He was crying immediately, and I put Misty down and rolled him over to see a lot blood gushing from the side of his eye. I panicked and screamed for Ross. He jumped out of the shower, soap in hair, and put pressure on it. (Why didn't I think of that?) I jumbled around saying fragments like, "Who should I... what do I... he's going to need..." Finally I got myself together and realized my parents had given us a couple of First Aid Kits, and one was right in the hall closet. I opened it up and found a butterfly bandage. It had stopped bleeding, and you could look right into the wound and see his BONE! Ross bandaged it up and we drove to the hospital.

Ross thought it was weird that I calmed down and wanted a picture. My thoughts were that Wyatt had calmed down and I had something interesting to blog about.

Wyatt was so brave the whole time. He was okay as long as daddy was in the room. Ross was applying a numbing agent so the doctor could give him a local anesthetic when he got back. He received a phone call, and I took over while he left the room. Wyatt started to whimper and asked for daddy. Ross was back shortly and Wyatt was acting like his normal self. I'm sure he was curious of his surroundings, but he was pretty much acting normal. He squirmed a little when they gave him the local, but he held almost perfectly still while the doctor gave him four stitches. Ross helped him to be so brave. I'm so glad he was there.