little pieces of me

i constantly find myself watching Wyatt grow. it's like he's actually getting bigger right in front of my eyes and i'm noticing it. it's nuts. he's 8.5 months right now and the little quirks and characteristics he has blow me away.

the way he scrunches up his nose, knows his name when you talk to him, giggles, throws fits, cries and is fiercely strong willed. his little personality is getting richer. he's a character, a ham and a sweety heart flirt.

great mothers are created. it's loving your child enough to graciously watch them, let them go where they're curious about, taking them away from what will hurt them and letting them EXPLORE.

the explorations can be painful. the constant falling and hitting their head or bumping into things. it's part of the growing. as much as i'm sure there are a lot of parents who would call me crazy i don't stop him from everything, i don't always pick him up immediately....or i try not to anyways. i want him to grow. i want him to have a sense of indepenced and knowing a result from what he's doing. yup he's still a baby but he is quite the adventurer.

i have never loved anyone the way i love him. there's that something about him coming from me and essentially being pieces of me and phil.

please wyatt just take the best of us, add in you and your adventures and you my love are bound for greatness