Scenes From My Life

Recently, when people ask me how Wyatt is doing one of my standard responses is "he's two".  I feel like he's always been strong-willed, but man.  He is just TWO.  Not a bad boy at all ... just mischievous and definitely wants things his way.

When I pick him up in the afternoon from his sitter, he starts talking about umbrellas (umbebes ... his latest obsession).  He points out every umbrella on our way home, and then as soon as we get there he wants to go outside and see his umbebe.  So, we usually do. 

Once he starts getting bored, he'll climb into the his sand/water table like so ....

Then he'll come and sit with me at the table for a few minutes ....

Notice all the "bom-boos" on his legs?  He's all boy.

Then, eventually he wants to go on a walk in the neighborhood.   I allow this, as long as he stays on the sidewalk (and I'm with him).  Recently, he has been walking toward what we call the "square" which is just a large grassy area in the neighborhood where kids go to play and run.  Well, over near the square the other day he discovered that someone had an inflatable baby pool in their yard.  People were hanging out near the pool  (although nobody was actually in it) so we went over there to say hello.  W was curious about the water and I let him stick his hands in it.  Before I knew it, I looked up and he was in the pool and soaked from head to toe!

My neighbors looked at me shocked that I wasn't upset by this. They don't have little boys. Although I wasn't upset by the fact that he was sopping wet, I knew it was going to be a challenge to get him home.  I stripped him down to his diaper and carried my screaming redneck baby in one arm and his wet clothes and shoes in the other.  To say he was displeased would be an understatement.

The very next day when we got home he wanted to go play outside.  Of course we do, and he is happy to see his umbebe and outside toys for about 3 minutes.  Then he takes off toward the sidewalk, so we head out on a little walk.  I don't think much of the fact that he is headed to the square, as he does that all the time.  But, when we get to the square and he doesn't stop to play I get a little concerned.  He went STRAIGHT to our neighbor's house with the baby pool!  They weren't outside so I couldn't exactly let him stop and play in their pool but a 2-year old DOES. NOT. UNDERSTAND. this!  So for a second day in a row, I have to carry a screaming baby back to my house ....

I tried reasoning with him.  I tried bribing him.  I tried offering him M&M's.  Then Skittles.  Nothing was working.  Finally, he did calm down at the thought of a juice box. 

Oh.  and also my iPhone?  It is now blinged out with umbebes.

I'm totally rocking this mom-gig aren't I??