The one with the fart joke
·
First Christian. No doubt in about 15 years, when his name is mentioned, his sister will roll her eyes and say "You mean, 'Golden-Boy?' " He is not by any stretch of the imagination a perfect child but my goodness is that boy a people pleaser. Without question he wants to make Graham and I happy. He will, on occasion, be defiant when he has to get off the DS or stop watching TV but never once has he said "no" to requests like "Let the dog in" or "Help your sister wash her hands." Heck, he even gives the request of "Please make your brother stop screaming" the ole college try.
Then there is Lucy. Lucy Lucy Lucy. Stuck in the middle, always searching for the attention: Look at me mommy, look at me, did you see me, did you, did you, do you love me mommy, do you, do you??? On and on...all day long.
And Wyatt. The baby.
Mr. I'm so cute, I'm so cute it doesn't matter what I do.
Wyatt and I have had some troubles lately. He is pushing the boundaries and I react exactly the way he wants me to. He pushes buttons and I respond exactly how I shouldn't.
When I was pregnant with him I absolutely refused to have another boy. It sounds awful, but I think all parents with multiple kids understand, Christian is my man. He is such a special boy to me and I swore there was not enough room in my heart for another boy. Lucy is extremely special in her own right, but Christian is my man.
Enter Wyatt, the boy I said I have no room for. Here he is, 2 years old and making me crazy. And yet....and yet, here he is stealing my heart each and every day. What would I do without this kid? My baby.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment