I am leaving tomorrow for a weekend camping/music adventure in upstate NY. Without Wyatt. I will be gone from Friday morning until Sunday night. It is the longest time I will have ever left Wyatt, to date. Ever. 60 potential hours of freedom. I am feeling apprehensive about it but also wildly excited. Its a weird land to be in. Total opposites. I'll be excitedly hopping around packing, looking forward to being a dirty hippie one minute to squeezing Wyatt so hard he can barely breathe and wondering what cute things I am going to miss the next.
He'll be fine. In the loving care of 4 grown adults with "no rules cause Momma's away." With all the attention my family will throw at him, I doubt he will even know I am away.
Then again, he tried to convince me to bring him with me today. We were shopping for supplies:
"Momma, where are you going camping?"
"Hunter, NY. Its on a mountain."
"I love camping!"
"Yeah I know you do, bud. But this time its not really for kids."
"Most kids can't go because they can't climb the mountain but I can! I climb mountains when we go cut christmas trees."
"I know you do. But our tent is too little."
"We have another tent. We can bring 2 tents!"
"Maybe bud. Maybe"
When we got home he wanted ice cream for dinner because there are no rules. "Not yet bud. Not yet."
More to come. Hopefully, much, much more.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Who Will You Be Today?
Wyatt has moved onto a new phase of imagination that must include dressing up. Seriously, one must LOOK like a fireman while driving a fire truck. Am I right or am I right?
And every dinner table needs a superhero. Wyatt likes to be Aqua Boy. I am Glitter Girl. Pa is Lex Luther. Gammy is Captain Flower Power. Etc, etc, etc for everyone he comes in contact with and frequently will change at any moment.
He actually walked around the Greenwich Village all day in this. Frequently wondering why no one was saying hi to him. Honey, they dress like this all the time in the village.
Of course, the flight suit. Much harder to get into then it looks.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
51 Months
Boo,
So, I just spent the last 2 hours of our life trying to get you to bed. It truly takes becoming a parent to understand that it is impossible to MAKE someone else fall asleep. You cannot make anyone (including yourself) fall asleep. In fact, I cannot make you do much of anything. Usually it doesn't bother me to lay with you for those extra 90 minutes while you make up excuses on why you don't need to be in bed. But tonight, I wanted to write this post. Maybe clean up the millions of Legos that have exploded all over the house. Play with the new iPhone I bought myself for Mother's Day. Clearly, none of these things were happening. The best part is just when I resigned myself to spending most of the night in your bed, you fell asleep. It was 10:30. I usually don't mind that you stay up late on the weekends because it means that you sleep in. (And we are both NOT morning people!) But tomorrow you have school and it is going to be a nightmare. I can imagine it already:
You will leisurely roll out of bed around 8:15. School starts at 9. I will make you something, of your choice, for breakfast. As I am getting myself ready, you will push it around the plate to make it look like you ate it only to request something else once I come back into the room. I will deny request because it is too late and then have to remind you to eat 10,000 times. I am so sick of the phrase "Wyatt eat your bagel." It is, by far, my most used sentence. I will have to dress you while you dance around collecting toys to bring in the car. Then there will be the begging to turn off the TV, to go to the bathroom, to get in the car. Oh please get in the car, I don't care what door you want to get in. Clearly, you know I am in a rush to get out the door so you will take as long as possible to do everything. Undoubtedly, we will get there at least 10 minutes late. But everything will be worth in when you give me that big hug (and kiss, and maybe a kissing hand or two, and then just one more hug) before bounding happily off to play with your friends. Such is our life. Moments of aggravation followed by immense happiness. Check please, I'll take it.
Trent had a Star Wars "May the 4th be With You Party" on (wait for it) May the 4th. The invitation came in the mail a good 2 weeks before the party and you asked about it every day. "Its TODAY Trent's party?" Literally, the first words out of your mouth, every morning. You don't know anything about Star Wars. But it was the most exciting thing you have every heard of. So we got out some books because I still think you are a little young for the movies. Barring the fact that I couldn't pronounce most of the words, you now have a basic knowledge of Star Wars as told by Me (minus the war part and most of the killing. No sense, absolutely no sense. Basically there are Jedi and JarJar and R2D2 and they are great friends that go on space junk-collecting-pod adventures) Conveniently, May 4th was also "Dress Yourself" day at school. You wore fire truck pajama pants (that were too small so they rode up like floods) with a truck t-shirt/dress, some spiderman sneakers and stripped socks. And, of course, the Yoda hat I fished out of the attic. You are one stylish dude. All the other kids looked fairly normal. Not you. You went all out and spoke about the Star Wars party the entire day, according to your teachers. Truth be told, it was a pretty awesome party. And you were very good with the light saber games which makes me think I need to sign you up for golf or baseball or some other sport I don't know of played with a stick.
Speaking of, soccer is going really well. We keep on missing practices for various reasons (hello, Tuesday at 5, why are you so difficult?! And thank you, Siri, for now reminding me.) Last week you got a free ice cream because you played so well. I might be exaggerating a little. I think it was more because you are VERY enthusiastic about playing. Not that you actually play well. I am not sure you have ever actually made contact with the ball. But soccer is not about the ball. Its really just about the running. And you run very well. Not like me at all. So I am still very very proud of you.
So my iPhone. Welcome, Kate to the 21st century!! You are very excited about this. Before we left the store, before my email or voicemail were set up, you demanded that they download Angry Birds. I didn't know you knew what that was. Evidently, you do. Honestly, I think you know how to work my phone better then I do. You have downloaded more Apps then I have. You ask to talk to Siri and have her find you different YouTube videos. When my phone goes off in your hands, you look up and say "Oh Mom, you can get it later." And then dismiss the call. It is amazing what technology can do. And it is totally bizarre that you will have lived in a time where this kind of technology is normal. You will never know cassette tapes or 12 channel TV or VHS or morse code. You will always have whatever you need, whenever you need, whomever you want, right at your fingertips. Kinda crazy, right?
Looking forward to next month. I love you everyday,
Momma
So, I just spent the last 2 hours of our life trying to get you to bed. It truly takes becoming a parent to understand that it is impossible to MAKE someone else fall asleep. You cannot make anyone (including yourself) fall asleep. In fact, I cannot make you do much of anything. Usually it doesn't bother me to lay with you for those extra 90 minutes while you make up excuses on why you don't need to be in bed. But tonight, I wanted to write this post. Maybe clean up the millions of Legos that have exploded all over the house. Play with the new iPhone I bought myself for Mother's Day. Clearly, none of these things were happening. The best part is just when I resigned myself to spending most of the night in your bed, you fell asleep. It was 10:30. I usually don't mind that you stay up late on the weekends because it means that you sleep in. (And we are both NOT morning people!) But tomorrow you have school and it is going to be a nightmare. I can imagine it already:
You will leisurely roll out of bed around 8:15. School starts at 9. I will make you something, of your choice, for breakfast. As I am getting myself ready, you will push it around the plate to make it look like you ate it only to request something else once I come back into the room. I will deny request because it is too late and then have to remind you to eat 10,000 times. I am so sick of the phrase "Wyatt eat your bagel." It is, by far, my most used sentence. I will have to dress you while you dance around collecting toys to bring in the car. Then there will be the begging to turn off the TV, to go to the bathroom, to get in the car. Oh please get in the car, I don't care what door you want to get in. Clearly, you know I am in a rush to get out the door so you will take as long as possible to do everything. Undoubtedly, we will get there at least 10 minutes late. But everything will be worth in when you give me that big hug (and kiss, and maybe a kissing hand or two, and then just one more hug) before bounding happily off to play with your friends. Such is our life. Moments of aggravation followed by immense happiness. Check please, I'll take it.
Trent had a Star Wars "May the 4th be With You Party" on (wait for it) May the 4th. The invitation came in the mail a good 2 weeks before the party and you asked about it every day. "Its TODAY Trent's party?" Literally, the first words out of your mouth, every morning. You don't know anything about Star Wars. But it was the most exciting thing you have every heard of. So we got out some books because I still think you are a little young for the movies. Barring the fact that I couldn't pronounce most of the words, you now have a basic knowledge of Star Wars as told by Me (minus the war part and most of the killing. No sense, absolutely no sense. Basically there are Jedi and JarJar and R2D2 and they are great friends that go on space junk-collecting-pod adventures) Conveniently, May 4th was also "Dress Yourself" day at school. You wore fire truck pajama pants (that were too small so they rode up like floods) with a truck t-shirt/dress, some spiderman sneakers and stripped socks. And, of course, the Yoda hat I fished out of the attic. You are one stylish dude. All the other kids looked fairly normal. Not you. You went all out and spoke about the Star Wars party the entire day, according to your teachers. Truth be told, it was a pretty awesome party. And you were very good with the light saber games which makes me think I need to sign you up for golf or baseball or some other sport I don't know of played with a stick. |
| Terribly crooked hair courtesy of Gammy |
So my iPhone. Welcome, Kate to the 21st century!! You are very excited about this. Before we left the store, before my email or voicemail were set up, you demanded that they download Angry Birds. I didn't know you knew what that was. Evidently, you do. Honestly, I think you know how to work my phone better then I do. You have downloaded more Apps then I have. You ask to talk to Siri and have her find you different YouTube videos. When my phone goes off in your hands, you look up and say "Oh Mom, you can get it later." And then dismiss the call. It is amazing what technology can do. And it is totally bizarre that you will have lived in a time where this kind of technology is normal. You will never know cassette tapes or 12 channel TV or VHS or morse code. You will always have whatever you need, whenever you need, whomever you want, right at your fingertips. Kinda crazy, right?
Looking forward to next month. I love you everyday,
Momma
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
And Scene....
Wyatt and I are at the playground. There are other kids running around but he doesn't know anyone so he decides he would like to play with me for a little.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, Bud."
"We're going to play Secret Agents. I am the agent in my flying machine and you need to steal the gold."
"Ok."
I run to the 'bank' and pretend to heist the gold bars. Then run very dramatically over to my hiding spot. I catch a glimpse of Wyatt pretending to fly patrolling the area. I am, literally, on my hands and knees, chuckling at my clever hiding place and waiting for Wy to find me.
And I am waiting.
Yup, still waiting.
I peek over to see where he is. A dad is smirking at me with a kind of pitying look. I finally spot Wyatt in the corner with another little boy. His arms are still out like he is in his flying machine. I get up, mildly disappointed.
"Bud, I stole the gold and hid it in something green."
"Well, I don't want the gold anymore. My submarine only runs on crystals." And off he runs.
I can't even keep up with my son's imagination.
"Mom?""Yeah, Bud."
"We're going to play Secret Agents. I am the agent in my flying machine and you need to steal the gold."
"Ok."
I run to the 'bank' and pretend to heist the gold bars. Then run very dramatically over to my hiding spot. I catch a glimpse of Wyatt pretending to fly patrolling the area. I am, literally, on my hands and knees, chuckling at my clever hiding place and waiting for Wy to find me.
And I am waiting.
Yup, still waiting.
I peek over to see where he is. A dad is smirking at me with a kind of pitying look. I finally spot Wyatt in the corner with another little boy. His arms are still out like he is in his flying machine. I get up, mildly disappointed."Bud, I stole the gold and hid it in something green."
"Well, I don't want the gold anymore. My submarine only runs on crystals." And off he runs.
I can't even keep up with my son's imagination.
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