Life with two boys is amazing and hilarious and wild and awesome. Wyatt is 2.5 going on 30. He loves a good book and will read for hours in his room. He’s a chatterbox and a knowledge addict. His favorite question is “why?” and he bounces back and forth between loving and hating his new brother.
Things you’ll hear around our place these days:
In the mornings: “Daddy, can we go get a latte?”
If Calvin fusses or cries: “Mommy, can you go feed Calvin?”
At the playground: “Dammit, that girl’s on the swing!”
When he’s ready for the bedtime routine to end: “Ummm, can you go sleep in your own bed?”
He runs at all times, usually shouting “Hey! I know…” before beginning some new adventure.
Calvin is hilarious and feisty. He hates when I talk, read, eat, breathe while I am nursing him. He loves to be the center of attention (wrong birth order kiddo!), and talks A LOT. He’s already hard at work keeping up with his brother and lights up when Wyatt walks into the room. Just today he started laughing deep belly laughs. He is BIG and strong and a total momma’s boy.
It’s busy and loud and out of control over here. Read: exactly as it should be.