Dear Wyatt,
Happy first birthday to you, my hurricane baby. Your first year went by in a flash. It seems like yesterday that Daddy and I would take turns pacing around the living room while you cried your little newborn cry. Standing up was the only thing that would make you happy. Now you are standing up on your own and in the last few weeks you've taken your first steps. You sometimes take as many as ten steps before you decide that you've had enough, and you slowly lower yourself down to a crawl. You've started to play. To really play. You love your stacking rings and the Rollipop game that you got for your birthday from Grandma and Grandpa. Every once in awhile, when all the stars are aligned, you and Jack play together...happily.
Your nap/sleep routine seems different every day, so I've just been taking it one day at a time. You still wake once or twice in the night, but you fall asleep much easier than you had been a month ago. You seem to have given up one of your two naps and your remaining nap is relatively short (sometimes just an hour long). So by bed time, you are one tired and fussy boy.
You give kisses. Really cute, open mouth, slobbery kisses. When you want something badly (usually food), you say, nom nom nom nom. The louder you say it, the more you really mean it.
You really are such a sweet boy and we all love you so much!
Love,
Mommy









