It's Tuesday. Do You Know Where Your Child Is?

Took Wy to the doctor this morning, because his fever came back again last night.

And of course, he awoke this morning with no fever. Why is it that once you take action, what you wanted in the first place finally happens?

Anywho, the doc said that his ears were very red, as was his throat. He was put on some antibiotics and should be wreaking havoc again in the next 48 hours.

For the first time, he didn't have to use the dadgum baby scale. They put him on the monstrous scale that the rest of us stand on, making him look like the tiniest person in the world. He weighed in at a whopping 25.7 ell-bees.

Funny; when I pick him up, I could swear he's at least 50 lbs.

We are at a point that we are virtually unable to take Wyatt anywhere because he just screams his head off when he doesn't get his way.

Yes.

I am that mother that ditches her husband and "random screaming child in the middle of Sam's" due to sheer embarrassment.

So, if you ask us to go to dinner - we probably ain't comin'. Unless YOU want to tell Wyatt to quit throwing his spaghetti from his high chair?

Amy Beth sent me an email the other day for some cool kid stuff they have for the summer, and one of the links led to the cutest helmets I've ever seen.

You can find more at nutcasehelmets.com

I wish I had a rockin' helmet like that growing up.

Okay! I know y'all were waiting for one. My funny Wyatt story.

It's quick, I swear.

I was sitting on the couch, procrastinating leaving for my final and all the sudden I hear Wy's girly scream. I jump up to find him sandwiched between the wall and the fridge. And I don't mean just like an arm/leg - I'm talking entire body, head and all. Completely.

Honestly, I have NO idea why he is so enamored with that white box.

I would have taken a picture to prove this to him later, but he was VERY upset and freaked out.

My last final is tomorrow - praise Jesus! So if I normally call you on a regular basis, but you don't hear from me for awhile - I'm sleeping. Don't bug me. I will eventually call you.

Happy Tuesday! Don't forget to watch Cougartown tomorrow.

A Boy and His Fridge

I swore that I would never be the type of mother to celebrate every single event that occurs in my child's life, but as it turns out - that's quite unavoidable. I said all that to say: Wyatt is 14 months today! So think a quick little thought for our little man.

Over Spring Break, Jon informed me that Wyatt was getting yet another tooth (4 on the top and going on 3 on the bottom). When I was able to pry his destructive jaws open to look, I realized he is also getting 2 TOP MOLARS. Are you kidding me? As if his sweet little bite doesn't have enough sting to it.

Speaking of mouth, we all know Wyatt has been a loud one from day one. Jon and I hear "Dada", "Ball", and "DOH" (meaning dog) on a daily basis. Notice I didn't say "Mama". Neither does Wyatt. He is still in the just come on over and pull on my pants stage - but he sure as heck knows who I am, and tells everyone ELSE who "Mama" is; but it's never quite to my face. This is when I think it's just to tick me off. Well played Wy. I have been told to appreciate this while I can because once he wants to say it, he will never quit.

Here is my funny story for this post. We have been teaching Wy that we say THANK YOU for being HELPFUL. Obviously he is one, so we are being very basic (meaning, putting food in the fridge and picking toys off the floor). I was getting ready to take Wyatt to the playground and was listening to Wyatt babble and run around the house. He would bring me a sock or shirt and disappear for minutes at a time and would come back with another. I went to the kitchen to get his snacks ready and when I opened the fridge I found majority of his wardrobe in the fridge. I just couldn't stop laughing, and he of course was just so proud of himself. Clearly, we have mixed the message just a tad. I say, as long as things end up in either the fridge or a box, all is well.

Also, does anyone have any tips to end snoring? Because right now, as I look at my loving husband all I can think of is clogging up every hole on his face. I'm laughing nervously, but it is a possibility people. Let me know!

Hope you enjoyed those updates! Now it's time to get back to Calculus.