This installment of the blog is dedicated completely to Wyatt. His words, his skills, and his unexpected boo boos. No pesky stories about mommy, unless she's a supporting roll in a Wyatt story. Sometimes you just need something that's all kid.
I'll begin with the words. I mentioned briefly in one of my last blogs that Wyatt says, "Uh oh!". He also says "Mama" and "Dada". I hadn't heard either of the latter two for about a month, but yesterday he decided to play with his whole vocabulary. He said "Dada" all afternoon when Ryan went out of town. When I put him in his play pin thingy for a bit so I could wash dishes, he kept putting his hands out to me and saying "Mama". So I think it's safe to say he has an idea as to what he's saying. And he definitely understands certain words. He know what "No" means, and he's very familiar with the meaning of the phrase "Stay on the carpet". We have natural boundary lines from carpet to tile in our house, and he's not allowed on the tile. We don't have gates up; but so far basic discipline has worked pretty well. It's more work, because it requires consistency and he loves to test us, but since he already understands what "no" means, it's become effective in lots of areas, not just the tile. I have no idea how hard it'll be to maintain it when there's eventually more than one kid, but it seems to be pretty effective and doable with one. (That, or we just have an easy kid. I guess I won't know that for sure until we have another one, too.)
Yesterday, Wyatt and I played catch with his soft blocks. It's pretty amazing how good of an arm he has. He can throw pretty far, and is surprisingly accurate. The very fact that we play catch back and forth is pretty impressive for a 10 month-old. So now I have to decide whether or not to encourage him to be a pitcher or a quarterback. I enjoy watching football much more than baseball. On the other hand, pitchers usually still have the use of their knees when they're 45. So, hmmm.... my entertainment vs. Wyatt's long-term health. Right now it's still a toss-up. ;)
Lastly, there is the topic of boo boos. On Thursday, Wyatt fell off our bed. I was sitting right next to him, but still didn't manage to catch him. Naturally, I feel pretty bad about that part. He face-planted onto the carpet, and now has a rug burn on the side of his nose. At the time, he also cut the inside of his lip with his new teeth and was bleeding a little from his mouth. Yeah, it shook both of us up. He's totally fine. No broken bones or anything like that. But I have a little reminder of how fast things can happen every time I see the slowly healing boo boo on his nose. Such a bummer. :(
