Saturday, June 30, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wyatt One Liners - the Miraculous Body
I walk in the den to find Wyatt watching YouTube on the computer. When I look again I can see one hand on his hand and the other down his pants. "Wyatt, what are you doing?"
"Mom, look! I can pat my head, touch my penis and watch YouTube at the same time."
"Congratulations, kiddo."
Wyatt and I are laying in my bed watching TV with my arm around his little body. He comes to snuggle closer and starts staring at my armpit. "What's up bud?"
"What's that brown stuff?'
"Hair. When you grow up, you grow hair in weird places. Like your armpits and legs."
"Oh, cool." And goes back to his tv show.
Sometimes we play a game where I pretend he is not my Wyatt because my Wyatt is a baby. We go over all the reasons why he can't possibly be my baby because he can walk or run or use the potty. So the other night he is standing in front of me, naked, rattling off the entire families full names and then our address and phone number. Finally he gets so frustrated he starts yelling "You know me! This is my face. These are my hands. And my feet. And my belly. And this is my penis!" Now that all the basic body parts are covered. Yes, you're my Wyatt.
Wyatt is in the bath being very interested in his penis and I am trying not to notice. I'm ok if he needs to explore a little. "Mom, what are these hard, round things by my penis?"
"Well, they give your body what it needs to make you a boy." (Am I just suppose to say, hey kid their your balls?!?)
"What does it need?"
"There is a thing called hormones. Everyone has them and they live in their body. Yours get made down there."
"Where do yours get made?"
"Ahh, in my neck."
"How do the hormones get in there? (Maybe if I ignore him he will stop asking questions.) Can I get the hormones out? Do the come out when I pee? Why goes it get so veiny when I squeeze them?"
"Uhhh, I'll be right back." He is just too smart. So, I fled. Sometimes there is just no end to his questions and I definitely was stumped on how to answer them. I went and got a glass of water and when I came back he was onto something else. THANK GOD.
We are watching America's Funniest Home Videos (or Riduculiousness or Winter Wipeout or something in that vein. I am a little bit obsessed with shows like that. Embarrassingly.) I am laughing so hard I am crying. (Also totally normal.) Wyatt is looking at me a little concerned. Finally he asks "Mom, are you going to pee or throw up?" Of course, this gets me laughing more.
"Mom, look! I can pat my head, touch my penis and watch YouTube at the same time."
"Congratulations, kiddo."
Wyatt and I are laying in my bed watching TV with my arm around his little body. He comes to snuggle closer and starts staring at my armpit. "What's up bud?""What's that brown stuff?'
"Hair. When you grow up, you grow hair in weird places. Like your armpits and legs."
"Oh, cool." And goes back to his tv show.
Sometimes we play a game where I pretend he is not my Wyatt because my Wyatt is a baby. We go over all the reasons why he can't possibly be my baby because he can walk or run or use the potty. So the other night he is standing in front of me, naked, rattling off the entire families full names and then our address and phone number. Finally he gets so frustrated he starts yelling "You know me! This is my face. These are my hands. And my feet. And my belly. And this is my penis!" Now that all the basic body parts are covered. Yes, you're my Wyatt.
Wyatt is in the bath being very interested in his penis and I am trying not to notice. I'm ok if he needs to explore a little. "Mom, what are these hard, round things by my penis?"
"Well, they give your body what it needs to make you a boy." (Am I just suppose to say, hey kid their your balls?!?)"What does it need?"
"There is a thing called hormones. Everyone has them and they live in their body. Yours get made down there."
"Where do yours get made?"
"Ahh, in my neck."
"How do the hormones get in there? (Maybe if I ignore him he will stop asking questions.) Can I get the hormones out? Do the come out when I pee? Why goes it get so veiny when I squeeze them?"
"Uhhh, I'll be right back." He is just too smart. So, I fled. Sometimes there is just no end to his questions and I definitely was stumped on how to answer them. I went and got a glass of water and when I came back he was onto something else. THANK GOD.
We are watching America's Funniest Home Videos (or Riduculiousness or Winter Wipeout or something in that vein. I am a little bit obsessed with shows like that. Embarrassingly.) I am laughing so hard I am crying. (Also totally normal.) Wyatt is looking at me a little concerned. Finally he asks "Mom, are you going to pee or throw up?" Of course, this gets me laughing more.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
52 Months
Bud,
You have been such a happy boy lately. Yes, you are always a happy, go-lucky kind of kid but you've been totally amped up happy lately. I can't really put my finger on why. Gammy thinks it is because I have been so happy lately. I can't put my finger on why I have been so happy lately. Things are just looking up I guess. I am checking things off our to-do-list and that's always a good feeling. The weather's nice? Point is: I found you dancing in the den the other day. By yourself. With no music on. You were dancing to the music in your head. And it was happy. So, I decided to dance with you. We are no music dancing happy people.
So with all your happiness and your amazing imagination, the other night I wasn't very surprise when you came up with an imaginary friend Ambus. Or his nickname Davis. Its the same person. He just has a nickname, you explained. You held Ambus/Davis's hand going upstairs to bed. Ambus/Davis picked out books that you would never have picked out. Ambus/Davis talked all about his High's and Low's for the day, something that you are becoming short and impatient with. Most nights when I ask you say "I'm already asleep" and then pretend to snore. Ambus/Davis hasn't made another appearance since that night but I'm kinda hoping he will. Some days you are very talkative and others you insist that you "don't remember." But I'll get little details throughout the day. Ambus/Davis kept on talking and talking and not just about super hero stuff!
Ah, the super hero phase. Yes we have definitely entered into it and I definitely don't know how I feel about it. It started with Max at school liking Spiderman. You played Spiderman at the playground, shooting webs at each other but not understanding anymore then that. Then you wanted a Lego Hero Factory guy. (If you don't know what they are, they are build-able hero robots from outer space that protect earth from bad army robots. Boys favorite things all rolled into one. It makes NO sense. Lego are marketing geniuses.) Gammy made the mistake of buying you one. Then I made the mistake of letting you watch the Super Hero Squad Show. Its been down hill ever since. You are very articulate in your Hero imaginings and make up quite elaborate plots which is very adorable. But I have been noticing a little more violence coming out. Not directed at anybody. But your Lego guys will blow up one another. Or you need a bow and arrow for your pretend hero costume. I am torn between being concerned and letting you be a little boy. Karate chopping Hero Factory guys can get a little rough but thats what their for right? As long as you're not karate chopping your friends, I think I'm ok with it.
We said goodbye to Dada this month. He is off on another tour in Afghanistan. We both were at a loss at how to prepare you for this. You are too young to really understand the concept of time, a minute might as well be a month or vice versa. And distance. You think a long, long car ride is when we have to go on the highway, which could be anything over 20 minutes. You have the right words to describe where Dada is but I'm not sure you understand what they mean or why he has left. You say Dada is overseas or he lives in Afghanistan now. When we pass his house you say hi to everyone, including Dada far, far away. You say he is flying his helicopter. But I'm just not sure. We will all just have to ride out the storm.
You finished another year of pre-school. Your teachers totally love you and you are so ready for a more concentrated program. You are going to stay at St. John's in September but will be going 5 days a week. You are so ready. You are so smart but definitely need some work with your numbers and letters. They sent you home with a bunch of pictures throughout the year with your friends. I didn't feel like you grew that much this year. But looking at those pictures you can really see your transformation from toddler into boy. You are changing everyday. It made me kind of teary eyed to think you will only be there for one more year. What am I going to do when I can't peek at you on the playground while I am at work? Because I do. Everyday. You have no idea.
I love you every day,
Momma
You have been such a happy boy lately. Yes, you are always a happy, go-lucky kind of kid but you've been totally amped up happy lately. I can't really put my finger on why. Gammy thinks it is because I have been so happy lately. I can't put my finger on why I have been so happy lately. Things are just looking up I guess. I am checking things off our to-do-list and that's always a good feeling. The weather's nice? Point is: I found you dancing in the den the other day. By yourself. With no music on. You were dancing to the music in your head. And it was happy. So, I decided to dance with you. We are no music dancing happy people.
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| You both look grumpy and its old. But it is Aunt Wizzie's 21st today. Happy Birthday!! |
Ah, the super hero phase. Yes we have definitely entered into it and I definitely don't know how I feel about it. It started with Max at school liking Spiderman. You played Spiderman at the playground, shooting webs at each other but not understanding anymore then that. Then you wanted a Lego Hero Factory guy. (If you don't know what they are, they are build-able hero robots from outer space that protect earth from bad army robots. Boys favorite things all rolled into one. It makes NO sense. Lego are marketing geniuses.) Gammy made the mistake of buying you one. Then I made the mistake of letting you watch the Super Hero Squad Show. Its been down hill ever since. You are very articulate in your Hero imaginings and make up quite elaborate plots which is very adorable. But I have been noticing a little more violence coming out. Not directed at anybody. But your Lego guys will blow up one another. Or you need a bow and arrow for your pretend hero costume. I am torn between being concerned and letting you be a little boy. Karate chopping Hero Factory guys can get a little rough but thats what their for right? As long as you're not karate chopping your friends, I think I'm ok with it.
We said goodbye to Dada this month. He is off on another tour in Afghanistan. We both were at a loss at how to prepare you for this. You are too young to really understand the concept of time, a minute might as well be a month or vice versa. And distance. You think a long, long car ride is when we have to go on the highway, which could be anything over 20 minutes. You have the right words to describe where Dada is but I'm not sure you understand what they mean or why he has left. You say Dada is overseas or he lives in Afghanistan now. When we pass his house you say hi to everyone, including Dada far, far away. You say he is flying his helicopter. But I'm just not sure. We will all just have to ride out the storm.You finished another year of pre-school. Your teachers totally love you and you are so ready for a more concentrated program. You are going to stay at St. John's in September but will be going 5 days a week. You are so ready. You are so smart but definitely need some work with your numbers and letters. They sent you home with a bunch of pictures throughout the year with your friends. I didn't feel like you grew that much this year. But looking at those pictures you can really see your transformation from toddler into boy. You are changing everyday. It made me kind of teary eyed to think you will only be there for one more year. What am I going to do when I can't peek at you on the playground while I am at work? Because I do. Everyday. You have no idea.
I love you every day,
Momma
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
mtn jam
I dropped Wyatt off at school at 9am on Friday. He seemed barely phased that I was leaving. Even told his teachers "Momma's going camping. But its not for kids camping." They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. One of them told me to "Be good! Have fun!" on my way out, like I was an 18 year old. Wyatt gave me a hug and turned away. I think I expected it to be more ceremonious. I wanted to linger. Give him another extra long hug but I forced myself to turn and walk away. The bigger my fuss, the bigger his fuss. I kept on thinking of going back but thought better of it. My therapist was convinced I was going to cry but I didn't. Go me. As I pulled away, I took a deep breath and put him in the back of my mind. He was in excellent hands. They would call me if there was a problem. "Just relax" I told myself. "Have fun. You deserve a good break every 5 years."
By 3pm, we were unpacking our tent and gear with a cold beer in our hands. By 6pm, we were listening to Gary Clark Jr, then the Roots and Gov't Mule. It rained a lot but that's what rain gear is for. What's the point of being a dirty hippie all weekend if there's no mud!? And there definitely were some hippies. Where do they live all the time? Or are they bankers and lawyers that break out their mexican poncho's, Birkenstocks, joints and dreads on the weekends? I can't remember the last time I saw that many dreads. There were these bunch of (gorgeous) girls who were quite proficient in the hulu-hoop. Where does one go to learn that? Are there classes? Do-it-yourself DVD's you can watch at home? Seriously, they were REALLY good.
On Saturday, we woke up early and then I took a nap before we went down to the concerts. Like a legit nap, people. We were drinking with lunch and I decided to lay down for a while. Because I could. Because I didn't have to worry about anyone but myself. I can't even describe how cool that feeling was. Poop when I want to. Sleep when I want to. Eat when I feel hungry. It has been 5 years which I think why it was such a novel experience. Don't get me wrong, I love Wyatt. I love my life. I wouldn't change anything but having this little respite, a little chance just to be myself for a while was liberating, enlightening, refreshing.
First up was Zach Deputy, then my lovely nap, then The Word, Givers, and Ben Folds Five. I love Ben Folds Five. For years. I would have gone just to see them. They were amazing. Literally, I almost peed in my pants (like only a true mother can) when they started playing "Kate". Best moment ever. Jen said that normally I am 95% happy but when I was there I was 167% happy. If I was like that all the time she wouldn't be my friend. I told her I probably wouldn't be my friend either. We drank a lot. We danced a lot. We ate a lot. My phone ran out of battery on Saturday night and I left it until Sunday afternoon. It might not seem like a big deal but for me its huge. I am not attached to my phone but when I am away from Wyatt, I am.
We packed up Sunday morning, planning on cleaning up camp then catching some more concerts and heading home around 7ish. We caught Trombone Shorty (hello first seat trombone in HS), the Carolina Chocolate Drops (who played cow bones and washboards), Tedeshi Trucks Band, Dawes and some of Michael Franti. I loved Dawes but I kept finding myself looking at my watch. Was their set going to be over soon? When are we starting our ride home? It had nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with getting to see Wyatt before he went to sleep.
Wyatt was asleep when I got home. But he was just the same as I had left him; safe, happy and loved. Mom said he had one brief moment where he was upset during a thunderstorm and was concerned that momma was camping but smooth sailing otherwise. He smiled and hugged me in the morning. I am so grateful and happy that I got that time but I was just as happy to come home.
By 3pm, we were unpacking our tent and gear with a cold beer in our hands. By 6pm, we were listening to Gary Clark Jr, then the Roots and Gov't Mule. It rained a lot but that's what rain gear is for. What's the point of being a dirty hippie all weekend if there's no mud!? And there definitely were some hippies. Where do they live all the time? Or are they bankers and lawyers that break out their mexican poncho's, Birkenstocks, joints and dreads on the weekends? I can't remember the last time I saw that many dreads. There were these bunch of (gorgeous) girls who were quite proficient in the hulu-hoop. Where does one go to learn that? Are there classes? Do-it-yourself DVD's you can watch at home? Seriously, they were REALLY good.
On Saturday, we woke up early and then I took a nap before we went down to the concerts. Like a legit nap, people. We were drinking with lunch and I decided to lay down for a while. Because I could. Because I didn't have to worry about anyone but myself. I can't even describe how cool that feeling was. Poop when I want to. Sleep when I want to. Eat when I feel hungry. It has been 5 years which I think why it was such a novel experience. Don't get me wrong, I love Wyatt. I love my life. I wouldn't change anything but having this little respite, a little chance just to be myself for a while was liberating, enlightening, refreshing.
First up was Zach Deputy, then my lovely nap, then The Word, Givers, and Ben Folds Five. I love Ben Folds Five. For years. I would have gone just to see them. They were amazing. Literally, I almost peed in my pants (like only a true mother can) when they started playing "Kate". Best moment ever. Jen said that normally I am 95% happy but when I was there I was 167% happy. If I was like that all the time she wouldn't be my friend. I told her I probably wouldn't be my friend either. We drank a lot. We danced a lot. We ate a lot. My phone ran out of battery on Saturday night and I left it until Sunday afternoon. It might not seem like a big deal but for me its huge. I am not attached to my phone but when I am away from Wyatt, I am.
We packed up Sunday morning, planning on cleaning up camp then catching some more concerts and heading home around 7ish. We caught Trombone Shorty (hello first seat trombone in HS), the Carolina Chocolate Drops (who played cow bones and washboards), Tedeshi Trucks Band, Dawes and some of Michael Franti. I loved Dawes but I kept finding myself looking at my watch. Was their set going to be over soon? When are we starting our ride home? It had nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with getting to see Wyatt before he went to sleep.Wyatt was asleep when I got home. But he was just the same as I had left him; safe, happy and loved. Mom said he had one brief moment where he was upset during a thunderstorm and was concerned that momma was camping but smooth sailing otherwise. He smiled and hugged me in the morning. I am so grateful and happy that I got that time but I was just as happy to come home.
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