On June 6th, eleven weeks into our journey towards parenthood your Grandma E found you. A little surprise package up in the corner of the ultra sound monitor. At first we were a little freaked out- TWO BABIES!?! After we had a few days to digest this news we were thrilled- TWO BABIES!!!
Your name, Wyatt, means “little guy”. We didn’t know this when we named you but it fits you to a T. For a few minutes after you were born your Dad had you as Lincoln but a quick check with the nurse as to who was Baby A and who was Baby B set him straight.
You gave us something to laugh about at every ultra sound. You tried to get into every shot, making it difficult to get measurements of your brother. You also caused a lot of grief towards the end as you wouldn’t commit to a much wanted vertex position. Every ultra sound had you in a different position, none of them head down. In the end you came out butt first. What an entrance!
You are our wiry little man. You flipped over from tummy to back the first week we had you home. You used to arch your back and hold your legs straight out from our bodies when we held you. You are always the first to learn a new trick. You were the first to find your hands and play with the mirror in the jungle- if you could look at yourself all day I think you would.
You are the NOISIEST baby ever. You grunt and groan and do this little laugh that makes you sound like you smoke two packs a day. You fight sleep- sometimes physically punching at the air around you. Sleep always wins. Eventually. You love late night TV. When we first had you home I would wake up and find you mesmerized by Letterman or Craig Ferguson. We had to break you of that habit early. You still go down later than your brother but we are finding that if we bounce you while you get rocked the lights go out faster.
We count ourselves lucky to have found you, an extra little something to make our lives a little crazier but a little more fun.
Here are some pics of you in the first few weeks you’ve been with us.
At two months old you are still smaller than your brother but not by much. You have grown an extra chin and are working very hard on achieving Lincoln’s patented “extra neck”. I’m OK if we just stick with the extra chin, easier to clean…