Wyatt,
5 years have went by extremely fast. On your birthday I sat down with you and we looked at your baby pictures. 1lb 15oz wires coming out everywhere, ventilator, isolette, 3 months worth of hospital pictures. Thinking back I don't remember ever being worried you wouldn't come out of everything ok. I just always knew you'd make it through whatever got tossed your way. And you have.
Developmentally you have caught up! You've worked so hard in 5 years and your just a child! Your the most resilient child I'll ever know and you take everything in stride.
We celebrated your birthday in yellow. You wanted everything yellow, including asking everybody to wear yellow. Fitting, considering it is your Golden Birthday! Dad and I decorated your room with streamers and balloons and you woke up to a donut with 5 candles in it.
You have jokes. That's exactly what you say "I've got jokes." Your favorite being, "Why did Wyatt throw the butter out of the window? To see a butterfly!" You have a great sense of humor and will always try to make anyone who's sad feel better with eyelash batting, hugs, kisses or of course, jokes. Your laugh is infectious. In fact, whenever I'm sad or stressed you pick up on it even when I hide it. Then you'll do the smile, batt the eyeleshes, and do the hug thing. When Im annoyed (at you) you'll do this and its in such a way where it feels almost patronizing. I think you actually
know that.
Your a "decisive" eater and very stubborn. If there is something you don't want to eat on your plate (usually the vegetable) you will fight us on eating everything just because of that vegetables presence on the same plate. Right now, we are making you try at least 1 bite, if you don't there is nothing else for you to eat the rest of the night and you'll receive the same thing for breakfast. Seriously, you will go all night and morning with no food if we let you. God I hope that passes.
Your favorite toys are the ones with wheels. Cars and trains. This has ALWAYS been your favorite. You actually are not the kid who plays guns, dinosaurs or pretend pirates. Your favorite friend is still Molly the giraffe (which is actually a horse, but we don't correct you because at first glance we thought it was a giraffe too) You asked me to make Molly a snowsuit for your birthday, I have not done it yet. I bought the material, but honey, you have to understand your mommy doesn't sew. But I promise I will make Molly that snowsuit eventually.
I love your language. You have the best phrases and I keep track of most of them. Our favorites right now is that you say you are the " ______ guy." Fixer guy, cheese guy, mixer guy, conductor guy, etc. The other is "I'm all about _____." I'm all about trains, I'm all about macaroni, I'm all about puzzles, etc.
You are Emma's little protector. Most the time you're visibly frustrated and annoyed with her though. She is always in your things, in your room and in your way. When she had ear surgery a few days after your birthday and they took her back in the operating room, you were so concerned and worried you looked down right sick. Ahhh, the truth comes out. She adores you, that's why she is always under your feet. It will be the same when your older too.
I couldn't imagine life without my Wyatt. This sounds strange, but you have taught me step by step how to be a mother. We're in it for the long haul buddy.
"I love you even when your being a punk"
Love,
Mommy
