Fab Weekend

It seems almost taboo not to celebrate St. Patrick's day when you live this close to Savannah.  But this year, we turned down the River Street festivities in favor of strawberry picking at our favorite little farm. I couldn't be anymore in love with that place.  It was such a perfect morning.


Nothing could have made the morning better than and intro to Chick-fil-A chicken biscuits
with cheese (a switch from the minis).  You're welcome babies.  You. Are. Welcome.

Because we won't be home to celebrate Easter at our house, we decided to give the kids their present a little early.  So, when they went to a friend's house to play for a few hours today, Brent and I assembled the beast.  When they came home, we hurried them upstairs and handed them each an egg...

Happy (early) Easter!

We can't read.  What does this say?

Not in the front yard...

Yay!!!  (Daddy caved.)

Love the hair.

Sweet hubadub

Callie got hurt three times in the first three minutes and Wyatt's other tooth is as good as gone.  I noticed his mouth was bleeding within minutes of him starting to bounce.  Oh well.  They still bounced for hours.  Hopefully, the dentist doesn't give me the stink eye when we go back and the remaining tooth is in an even worse state than it was when we had the x-ray done.  Screw it.  He can't be a bubble boy either.

 

A Wyatt Update

So, the little dude might lose his other tooth too. The dentist took an x-ray and discovered that the other big tooth and the one next to that were damaged and loose. He's on a soft food diet for two weeks in hopes that his other big tooth will tighten up and he will get to keep it.  Luckily, he thinks he looks cool with a missing tooth.  I kinda do too.

Anyway, I thought I'd take the time to do a little post about random Wyatt things.  He is such a genuinely sweet kid with an empathy that is so intense, it's hard for him to differentiate his emotions versus others around him.  He's definitely all boy but extremely sensitive too.  He's a pessimist and will turn on the waterworks at the drop of a hat.

But the kid is funny as hell.  I love his sense of humor.  This is his favorite billboard:

He thinks the old guy making a silly face is hilarious.  He loves it so much that I had to take a picture of it just in case they took it down.  Unfortunately, they did end up taking it down, but it turned up again on an electronic billboard close to his school.  I've even pulled over and waited for the billboard sequence to show him his old guy.  It tickles him to pieces.

Last week, he renamed me 'Oma Delicious'.  Seriously?  Freaking Oma Delicious.  I swear he must have a stash of psychedelic mushrooms in his bedroom. About a year ago, he was having a hard time falling asleep so I told him to close his eyes and imagine himself climbing into a spaceship and flying up past the moon, and even past the stars. Then, I told him to dream about it and let me know what he saw past the stars. In the morning he woke me up excitedly screaming, "I know what's past the stars! Stacks of pigs with big booty holes!"

W. T. F.

He also has an imaginary friend named Buecher. Buecher has a twin brother named Superhero. He talks to Buecher through an imaginary phone. Buecher and Wyatt only talk on the phone every couple of weeks, but it shocks me to the core to listen to the kid pick up his conversation with Buecher right where he left off.
   

There are still a few words that the crazy critter doesn't say perfectly.  Dessert is ressert.  Spaghetti is p-sketti.  Ear phones are ear moms.  He also says that why's instead of that's why.  He has a hard time pronouncing words that begin with the 'Th' sound and replaces it with 'F' instead like firteen, and fink.  It's even cuter to listen to him now with the missing tooth.

When he grows up, he wants five kids: three boys named Jacob, Jonathan, and Red (Red? Really?), and two girls named Cupcake and Cookie. He always says, "I'm gonna let them do whatever they want". But I'm hoping that he at least won't let Cupcake and Cookie become strippers.

Tiny Hillbilly

Oops.  Stellar mom award, again!  So, this is what happened.  Two things actually.  Yesterday, the cable guy was over here fixing cable stuff.  Wyatt sees every breathing organism with ears as an opportunity to tell his life story.  Because the guy was trying to work, I sent Wyatt upstairs to the bonus room (which we are in the process of converting into a playroom) to restore sanity to the cable dude's ears. 

The kiddos were upstairs for a few minutes when our sweet dog who would never hurt a flea, bit the cable guy.  We were shocked and completely distraught over this incomprehensible phenomenon.  Luckily, the cable guy couldn't have been nicer about it.  He was only grateful that Kiddie was up to date on his shots.  We were floored.  It was like seeing an angel whip out an Uzi on an innocent bystander.  I wouldn't think twice about leaving him unattended in a room full of newborns - he is that sweet of a dog.  We just couldn't process it at all.  The guy left and Brent and I were standing there in bewilderment when a whimpery Wyatt came downstairs and handed Brent his front tooth.

You can imagine how badly our brains stuttered trying to shift from dog bite to suddenly being handed your son's tooth.  It was like being given a rectal exam from an large knuckled alien on another planet.  All four of us were totally vacant.  I wish we could have captured a family portrait in that moment and sent it out as our Christmas card.

When we finally pulled ourselves together, we went upstairs to reenact what had happened.  The bed in the bonus room was pulled away from the wall, so we could finish painting.  In hindsight, I should have realized that Wyatt no longer saw the bed as a bed and instead saw it as gymnastics equipment.  He had tried climbing over the back of the headboard but was unsuccessful, so when we slipped back down to the floor, his tooth got stuck in a groove of the bamboo weave, and it popped that sucker right out. 

There wasn't anything else to do at that point except hop in the car and get the boy a milkshake.  Poor thing.  You should have seen his reaction the first time he looked in the mirror.  He was horrified and started to cry but wanted to laugh too.  Our emotions were everywhere.  It was so terrifying at first, but Brent and I kept dodging in closets because we were laughing so hard at the poor kid's new look.  Definitely one for the history books.  He dictated a note to the Tooth Fairy last night too:

She left him some money and Spiderman toothpaste.  He got to keep the tooth too.  Anyway, we are headed to the dentist this afternoon to make sure everything is okay.  Unfortunately, he wasn't supposed to lose that tooth until almost 7 years old, so for the next couple of years... meet the new Wyatt!