25 weeks (6 months)

Wyatt,

All of a sudden you are VERY curious about EVERYTHING. You lunge for toys out of your reach and want the kitty cat like its your last fix of crack. You love playing with anything that's not yours including my dinner plate, big white cups from the deli, cell phones, power cords and tags on clothing. I methodically went through all of your clothing, blankets, burpers and took off the tags. I hate tags but you seem to have radar for the lone tags that I have missed. You love sucking on them. The wind is of great interest to you. You could spend hours watching the leaves blow around, the flag wave on the porch, or my hair. You look so incredibly beautiful looking up at the sky, your eyes the brightest of blue, and your peach fuzz looking very red. I love staring at you when you look for the wind.

Your curiosity makes meal time especially difficult. You end up wearing most of your food with a decent amount on or around your high chair. It is not that you don't like eating pureed fruit but you would rather put your hands in it, or catch the spoon that is flying to your mouth, or play with your clothes. I started giving you peas, which I loathe, but you seem not to mind. You take after your pea eating father on that one. He is the type of person that goes into a diner and orders hot roast beef or chicken franchaise. Diners are for grilled cheese, milkshakes, and pancakes. Period.

Your leg is almost all better, still favoring it a little but not as much. You try to stand on it all the time and I have to keep making you sit. I, on the other hand, am a mess of guilt and continually paranoid that I am going to do it again. I am forever sorry. I know you won't remember it but I, sure as Hell, will for the rest of my life. I am tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap but then I couldn't smother you with kisses.

This is the most perfect age. I am beginning to think that you love me as much as I love you. Last night, I came home from being away for about 12 hours of work. I walked through the door and your face lit up. We couldn't take out eyes off one another for a good two hours. I sat in our glider, rocking you to sleep, singing Billy Joel's "Lullaby" and I could see the corners of your mouths lifted in a smile behind your binky. You melt my heart. Then this morning Gammy called and said that I left a shirt on my bed. You were playing and somehow got my dirty shirt in your hands. You pulled it to your face, laid your head down on my pillow, closed your eyes, and took a nap. I am never far away my little Bean, promise.

I love you everyday.

Momma