Wyatt is our "Grand Finale" baby. He is number 3, our little Wy-pie, Wyatt, Wyatt Paul or Popeye.  He is a flirt and can work every bit of those long lashes and blue eyes to his benefit every day.  Wyatt is just short of 4 years old. He is my loving little ball of energy. I can't eat a meal without him climbing behind me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek. I used to get ruffled that I couldn't eat a meal without being a jungle gym but then I realized the love that was getting passed to me at each meal. As long as I am not getting choked then kiss away my little rock climber.

I have never seen someone little who thinks he is so hilarious and everything is a joke. When Harry calls out "Baaaaabbby Wyatttttt" he responds "Baaabbbby Daddy".  You tell this little guy if he doesn't shape up he is going to his room and he leans forward with all 40 pounds of sass and says " no you are going to your room" with his little pipsqueak voice and pointing finger. Now, most kids you want to look at and say "don't talk to me that way" but Wyatt, you look at him and while you do say it -you try hard not to laugh. While he doesn't get it that you aren't playing around seeing him trying to flip the roles is rather entertaining. He has already figured out the game of distraction...if I flip the tables and act cute then no punishment for me!

Then there is though times you say things to him and he just doesn't get it. I was holding him tonight since he wasn't feeling well and the air, well let's say the air aroma changed briefly and as I had my face against his little forehead nurturing him I whispered "are you being stinky?" and he says "I took a shower", I know Wyatt, but are you stinky? Still not getting it he asked "does my forehead smell dirty?" ahh...too literal my little man.  These are the times I remember he is still, in my head, my baby. My last little bundle. The one Clayton passed the "Medical Case Study" torch too. Luckily all manageable ailments but I am beginning to think my boys have a secret pact that if they pretend to have asthma or unexplained coughs etc momma will spend all this "special" time with them. Hmmm.. a conspiracy. Their own form of Munchausen syndrome. It finally is explained, Okay not really but I am on to them!

One of my favorite Wyatt stories is taking him at 2 1/2 to see Elmo. He LOVED Elmo, having one step away from an Elmo shrine, surrounding him each night. Multiple Elmo books and dolls, don't you dare take one away.  For his birthday we had purchased Elmo tickets for him. In we went to the arena and Wyatt starts to chant "I see Elmo, I see Elmo" We begin to look around...where? He points to a 6 inch doll in someone's hand.      He had no idea what he was about to see. This will show you his reaction when the larger than adult size Elmo came out

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His innocence is what I love about my little Popeye.  Popeye is Wyatt's  Flag Football name and his favorite character. 

The fall back is "Popeye's" play punches hurt in reality with that little fist but are always immediately resolved with his eyelash batting and his "I love you mommy" because he knows thats his "Get out of jail free card"....those lashes, those blue eyes he is quick to use them. I never realized how much planning went into this until I walked in on this hearing him say "now how do I work this?" Um you already are Mister, tool or no tool!