Okay I am in the blogging mood tonight. This is completely gross. If you are even slightly the type to get sick to your stomach then stop reading right now, I warned you. I have determined Wyatt is going to military school or possibly prison. Kids who do the stuff he does don't end up anywhere else. I know, he is not even 18 months old, right? I can already see this kid is going to have a rough road.
Wyatt is sweet, don't get me wrong. He is lovable, sweet and charming. However he is also the one kid in the room who looks around thinking "what can I do to create maximum damage/chaos?" You can SEE it in his eyes. He has that glimmer, that mischevious look that you see in that kid in school right before someone gets hurt and sent to the principal. That kid is Wyatt James, my heart and soul. Every day he tortures his sister in ways I would not expect at his age! If we tell him he can't have something or do something, he is instantly furious and throws whatever is in his hands or closest to him. He will throw, hit, he pinches. He is a holy terror. Now this might seem normal to most moms of boys, but I have Taylor. She never did this stuff! So the night before I head to my first day at work this is what happened to solidify my belief that my sweet baby boy is headed for a rough future:) I say this all tongue in cheek, just so you can tell these words are dripping with sarcasm.
I hear Wyatt rustling from a nap. He starts kicking his crib against the wall, he does this frequently. He isn't crying, so I think I have a few more minutes to get some last minute chores done. Finally he starts making some noise so I go in. I walk in to the grossest scene yet in my days as his mom. Wyatt had taken his diaper off, which had contained a poo. The kicking I heard was him presumably kicking the diaper off. At some point, kicking the poo onto the back of his crib and all over the matress. Then he must have pushed himself over to stand up, so yes, it was all over him and his hands. He was sobbing. So I put this child in the bathtub right away. About the time I get him cleaned up and in a diaper, and start to clean up the mess my Mom shows up. I march her in and say "Look what your grandson has done". She gasps as Wyatt watches her. She looks at him and says "Wyatt that was very naughty, that is not good Wyatt." To this Wyatt, giggles, points to the mess and starts laughing and sticks his tongue out.
Kids who play with their feces end up in bad places. It makes me think of mental institutions and prisons. I know that it is pretty typical of many kids. I just never thought mine would be one of THOSE kids. Therefore I am researching military nursery schools.......;)
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Wyatt (aka Dennis the Menace) might end up in Military School or the Penetentiary
Working Again
So I made it through my first few days back in the working world. It was a bit of a culture shock! I have been mostly at home for the last four years and have enjoyed every second of it wholeheartedly. It has been an amazing gift to be home with the kids since their births, playing with them and watching them grow. We had planned on me staying at home or going back part time until Wyatt was at least two years old. However this opportunity at American Express was a rare one that we felt was meant to be, and one I couldn't pass up. I re-entered the work force, a little worried about how the kids and I would do. We came through our first half week unscathed! Wyatt did amazing, which was a feat of magnificent proportions. He hasn't been the kid that is really comfortable with people other than Chris and I, and he is finally very comfortable with Uma and Papa. I was very concerned he would be a disaster. Just to prove that Mom's definitely don't know everything, he did marvelous. He played both days he was at daycare wonderfully, ate and napped. I was amazed. I can watch him on a camera from my computer at work, so I got to check on he and Taylor both days. We adjusted this last week fairly well, with lots of help from my Mom! She watches the kids on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So Thursday we came home to a clean house, with dinner on the table. WOW!!!
While I miss the kids during the day, and I know I am missing a lot, I also am excited to start this new adventure. I have so much to learn at Amex, and there is tremedous growth potential if I just dig in and get to it. My boss is an amazing woman who has really worked hard and made a great name for herself within the company, and maintains a low profile with humility and grace. The campus is great, and I enjoyed a nice breakfast and coffee Friday morning with a co-worker-any stay at home mom knows what an amazing event that is! I managed to go through the day without wiping anyone's nose (as my friend Nancy was afraid I might do), I didn't say I was going to "the potty", and I enjoyed lunch with a friend from high school! I have real mixed feelings about my decreased face time with my kids. I know they will grow in ways that were not possible staying with me all day, but I also know that no one takes care of them like I do, and certainly no one loves them like I do. It is a struggle any mom goes through when making the choice to go back to work or stay home. We made huge sacrifices for me to stay home, and I made personal sacrifices concerning my career and well EVERYTHING. It was totally worth it, and I don't wish to take back a minute. Kids are little for only a blink of the eye, and at least I got to be there for a lot of the beginning ALL of the time. I feel pretty confident that this is the best choice for our family at this time. It is good for me personally and professionally, it is good for us financially, and I think the kids are getting opportunities they would lack otherwise. I know they miss the time we have every morning where we don't rush, and all of our fun adventures, but since the quantity of our time is decreased, I have to put huge effort into the quality of the time we have. So if you hear less of me for a while, or see less of me for awhile, that would be why. Don't take it personally, I still love you:) We are just making it through a big transition, and the only way I know how to do anything is to immerse myself completely. So I am immersing myself completely into this new job and then at home. Here is to new adventures, opportunities, and hopefully some trips back to Colorado/Wyoming to see those who we love!!!!
Explorer Birthday!
I can't believe that Taylor is almost 4 years old! She was born August 10th, 2006, and I thank God every day that I was so blessed to be chosen as her mother. She has started preschool and has already changed in one short week of school. Today we had her birthday party, and she chose to have a Dora the Explorer themed party. Taylor is always in Dora mode. Everywhere we go she says "Vamanos" or "Where are we going?" or my favorite "do we take the minga path or the singa path, minga path, RIGHT!" (Minga and Singa are her version of Spanish. We planned a treasure hunt for the kids, complete with explorer hats! Each stop had a clue, and at the end they got their goodie bags. It was a fun time with pizza, homemade cupcakes that were a complete family effort (Thanks Uma for baking, Taylor helping me decorate and Mandi for bringing her own yummy additions!) The kids all seemed to enjoy the treasure hunt, and Taylor made out like a bandit. Her friend and family are overly generous, she is a blessed little girl to have such great friends! Here are some pictures Aunt Mandi took. We were missing Uncle Matt, Aunt Ivy and Maddy Grace today. Just a couple days ago Taylor said "Mommy is Aunt Ivy coming to my birthday?" and I told her she was too far away this year. She said "oh that makes me sad, I wish she could come because I love her". AWWWWW!
Taylor in her birthday dress Uma made on Friday!
Wyatt and I playing in the balloons
