Growing Like a Weed

Looks like it's time to retire the baby swing! Mommy put Wyatt in it the other day while she vacuumed the living room, only to discover a few minutes later that he was leaning dangerously forward. Of course, Mommy had to snap a picture before getting him out:


Doesn't he look like such a big boy in that picture? Especially when you compare it with this picture, taken at one month of age:


Aw. So tiny! Mommy misses the blissful days when Wyatt would magically fall asleep in his swing and stay like that for a couple of hours. (Well, okay, it wasn't real magic, just the magic of the Dyson's lyrical hum.)

These days are blissful, too, though, just in a different way. Bliss today is hearing that little voice say "Mamamamama!"; watching him scoot backwards across the floor; and seeing that silly face he makes when eating purees, the same silly face his daddy makes when eating anything sour. Thank you, Wyatt, for bringing so much joy to our lives, and slow down! You're growing up way too fast!

Wordless Wednesday

Little Leaf Linden

Grandpa Danny and Grandma Mary recently gave us a Little Leaf Linden tree in honor of Wyatt's birth. Last weekend, Daddy planted it down by the creek where we can watch it grow with our little man. We took him out to see it and he immediately reached out to touch a branch. Aren't these pictures just precious?

Look at him holding on to his tree! Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma Hickle, for this thoughtful gift and thank you, Daddy, for planting it!

Bad Hair Day

Wyatt woke up with what Daddy and Mommy lovingly call "crazy hair" this morning. Not one, but both sides of his lovely locks were sticking out in a rather unruly fashion. He sort of looks like Gene Wilder in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, doesn't he?

Don't worry, folks, Mommy's not planning to get out the trimmers anytime soon! Wyatt's at a stage in life when he can get away with a bad hair day. Heck, it might even make him more adorable than he already is!

Happy Birthday, Franky!

Wyatt's big brother is seven years old today. We love you, Sir!

Wordless Wednesday

Wyatt Goes Shopping

Because he can sit up fairly well on his own now, Wyatt started riding in the shopping cart like a big boy yesterday. He enjoyed sitting up high and seeing all the people and products. In one aisle we came across another mommy and her toddler son, who was fussing. "Look at that little baby," she said. "He's not throwing a fit." Aw. Wyatt's so good he makes other babies look bad!

After a while, he did get a little fussy, so Mommy gave him her coupon organizer to chew on. He also started to lean to the side a bit. He's clearly still getting the hang of this sitting unassisted thing. Overall, our shopping trip was a success (saved over 50% on groceries at Meijer, woot woot!) and we will not be returning to the dark ages of Mommy wearing Wyatt in the Bjorn the whole time. Do you hear that sound? That's Mommy's spine emitting a joyous sigh of relief!