I feel like it’s been a while since I posted about my little Wy-Guy. Wyatt has been growing and developing so quickly. He’s mastered cruising a while ago and has officially taken his first wobbly steps but refuses to do so while being documented, thus no pictures or videos yet unfortunately.
Having a son with special needs really makes you appreciate the abilities of typically developing children. It’s amazing that they figure out just how their body works and they become stronger, more flexible and more stable each week.
Wyatt has great coordination and balance. He’s so quick to get from point A to B and rather than a traditional crawl, he sticks one leg out to the side, so it’s like a sort of walk/crawl combo.
He spends a lot of time “organizing” which translates to taking every single toy out of his bins and putting them on the floor. One at a time. Luckily, he mimics us when we put the toys away so that helps. He loves anything on wheels and likes to growl like a lion all day long. So ferocious that one.
Like most toddlers, he loves anything that’s “off-limits”. As soon as I hide my phone, the remote, the laptop, or my cup of coffee it’s all he can think about and will often flop on the ground because he’s never wanted anything so bad in his whole life. Skype-ing with the grandparents is becoming challenging because he loves to bang on the keys and pretend he’s a computer programmer, you know, writing code and whatnot.
He “brushes” his hair when given a comb and “talks” on his toy phones. These are the exact same action, mind you, but surely he knows the difference.
Wyatt has a really good appetite but we’ve learned to offer veggies first because once meat hits the plate it’s all he can think about. Hmm, I wonder who he learned that from? I have the dicing skills of an executive chef because I have to keep up with a pretty fast eater. And like most kids, when he’s tired he rubs his eyes and hair with his sticky, greasy little paws and I come to the conclusion that we’re never going to be able to skip their nightly bath.
In addition to no more binkies, Wyatt is now bottle-free as well. He’s even shown interest in drinking from a regular cup (mind you, it was a cup full of dirty bath water, but whatever).
Gosh, we’re just slowly getting rid of all things “baby”. Each new transition is bittersweet, though. So cliché, but they really grow so fast. Luckily, he’s still a mini-replica of his dad and I’m sure will continue to crack us up with that goofy laugh of his for a long time to come.