My husband coined his nickname. He’s the mastermind behind most of our playful family names and phrases.
He called Wyatt, “Friar Wyatt” for a long time because of his baby bald spot. But now, he’s just “Wy man”.
It all started with Dylan and “he’s not mean, he’s not rude, he’s the littlest, tiniest dude”, which is probably why we call him both “Little Man” and “Dude”.
Ha, Andy’s going to just love me for posting that!
Anyway, Wy Man’s quickly approaching his first birthday. Too quickly, if you ask me.
It’s funny how I was in such a rush to get Dylan to the next milestone, and here I am wishing Wyatt would slow down. Especially considering, he’s not even close to the same trajectory Little Man was on.
You know?
What I mean is this: At 10 months, Dylan had been full-on crawling for a full month and had been pulling up on things for longer. Wy never pulls up on anything. Ever. Until today, that is, when I decided to encourage him a little. But, generally, he’s perfectly happy to pull himself across the floor using only his arms, or just sit on his butt and play in the same spot for 10-20 minutes (hallelujah!).
That’s not to say he isn’t quick or getting into things (like the dog’s water bowl), still. But you know, my hands are that much less full. Because, clearly, God knew exactly how much I could handle.
As I’ve said before, he’s a little ray of sunshine. Well, most of the time, although lately he’s been a little on the cranky side. I’m not sure if he’s just expressing himself more, or if there’s something really bothering him. Probably a little of both.
I am thinking he’s getting some molars.
Maybe because that’s what the doctor said at Wy’s last visit.
I’m so astute, huh?
What else? Dylan and Wyatt are really starting to enjoy each others’ company. They play together more and more, which is so much fun to watch.
Unfortunately, this also means they both tattle on each other. D more than W, but W does it, too.
How does a 10 month old tattle, you ask?
Wy screams every time D even looks at him the wrong way. Let me tell you, it’s awesome.
I guess you could say I have mixed emotions about the days when Wy’s really able to walk and play and articulate his thoughts. I’m looking forward to their bonding, but aware I’ll still be in the middle of everything. That and I’m sure the doctor visits will start to add up…
But for now, I still have a pretty low key baby, who loves to laugh and play. And a pretty jealous 3 year old, but we’ll go there later.
Wyatt’s stats at his 9 month check up, a couple of weeks ago, were:
- 30″ long (uh oh! only 2 more inches until we need a new car seat!)
- 18 3/4″ head circ.
- 20 lbs
That means, he’s in the 95th % for his height, 97th % for his head, and 50th % for his weight. Tall and slim, just like his brother and daddy.
This is so sweet! We call Jonah – Jonah Man or J-Man all the time! He also only has 2 lbs on Wyatt and is the exact same height at 15 months and just got his first molars over the past couple of weeks. It was so weird he started drooling all over again and I knew it had to be teeth then yesterday there they were!
Aw, you’re making me miss my little boys. You know, the ones who are now 29 and 23.
I was like you, I couldn’t wait for each milestone with the first one, and yet I wanted the second one to slow down. And my two boys were so different growing up. I thought my oldest would NEVER learn to drink from a straw. He just didn’t get it. (He’s one of those really intelligent guys who would lose his head if it wasn’t attached.) But my youngest son did that EARLY. The same thing with tying their shoes. Watching our children grow up is so fun and rewarding. And a little sad.