A letter to my handsome man

Dear Wyatt,
I am writing you this letter because you are six months old... Well you are closer to Seven months old, but this is our lives these days eh?
I am a girly girl... Thus the reason your sister is as well. I always saw myself with a handful of little girls in matching smocked dresses with classic southern names. I never saw myself with a son, let alone WANT a Son. But boy, you changed all of that. You did something to my heart that I can't even begin to explain. You made your mother mush. Complete mush.
Over the past 7 months you have grown into the sweetest little squishy, cuddly, lovey little man. You bring such joy to our family.
Your first syllable word was this week! And it was "Da". Although you are practicing to say "dada", I see you becoming more and more of a momma's boy each and every day. There is something so special about the way you smile at me from across the room and squirm in your seat or out of daddy's arms to get to me. I know I have said it before... But there is just something about a boy! You melt your momma's heart. Not that your sister isn't just the most special little girl on earth, because she is, she's amazing. But boy oh boy, what you do to me.
My absolute favorite thing about the past 7 months of your life is watching the bond grow between you and your sister. It is amazing how her heart just opened up like she instantly loved you, as did your daddy and I. And she has loved you more as more every day, cheering you on to roll over, kissing your little cheeks, rubbing your little head, handing you toys, singing you songs, and she LOVES to make you laugh. It is the sweetest thing in this world. And you adore her to pieces.
You were a little but of a surprise when we found out you were coming, and It has been a huge adjustment adding you to our family, but one I wouldn't have done it any other way.
I am sad that we are only 6 months away from toddlerhood... Your momma is a baby lover at heart, but I am so so ecstatic to see what kind of little person you are going to turn into. Wyatt, you own my heart son.
Love, mommy

Bronchiolitis. Scariest day ever.

Wyatt and Claire have both been sick with a pretty rough cold for the past week. Thursday he seemed to be wheezing. I took him in to the doctor and they sent us home saying he had a lot of mucus and he was able to clear it on his own. Friday he seemed to be wheezing worse and it was not clearing. After numerous steam treatments in the bathroom, he seemed to be struggling to breathe. So back to the doctors we went.
After a nebulizer treatment with albuterol and a chest X-ray he seemed to be getting even worse. His respirations were too fast and his lungs were very coarse. She sent us to the ER, almost by rescue squad. There he was monitored and given another treatment of albuterol. He was released later that night with orders for breathing treatments every 4 hours and steroids for 5 days.
The Pediatric ER doctor told us that with our family history of asthma(all of my siblings and Claire now with it) he will likely have these symptoms when he catches a cold.
Great. If I wasn't already paranoid enough about getting sick.
Knowing a little cold could send my baby to the ER with a deadly wheeze is terrifying.
Ill continue to craft a bubble for my kids and we are also planning to move to the islands with no seasonal changes. We will miss everyone, but you can come to visit.

Looky dere

We have had a rough week or so with this boy. He has been clingy, fussy, up every hour, nursing every hour, ugh. We have been exhausted... Especially since he has never been like this. Ever. Going from 8-10 hour stretches of sleep to 1-3 hour stretches has made us a little crazy. I have asked the doctor, friends, other moms, my own mother... Looked it up online, even contacted a child sleep specialist. I had thought it was time to stop swaddling since he can roll over and all... but when i tried that, it was the worst night ever!

We chalked it up to the "4 month sleep regression"... Putting him down for an earlier bedtime and shortening his awake time during the day.
That helped, for all of one day and night. I heard "it's time to start solids"-- nope. "Put him on his belly to sleep"--not a chance. "Let him cry it out"--not for me.

Then today, I found the culprit. His first tooth. 3 months before his sister ever got hers. Here we go...

Big guy

This little man is rolling over! Grabbing toys, drooling, laughing, cooing, and trying to sit up! Time is going by way too fast... Especially with two kids at home. I need just a little more time with this stage, cause boy it is fun.

4 months

Wyatt is 4 months...Already?! He was such a trooper at his check up. Flirting with all the ladies...giggling and smiling... And only shed a few tears for his shots. Weighing in at 15 pounds he is in the 50th percentile for weight and at 26 inches long he measured in the 75th percentile. Looking back at his sisters records she was 17 pounds and 85th percentile at 4 months. It's almost like he is a runt for us!


It has been such a joy to watch him grow. He is SUCH a good baby, an angel really.
He only cries if something is wrong. We are excited to see what kind of boy he grows to be.

Momma's boy

This guy owns me... And I love every minute of it. Just as his sister owned me... Well, she owned me a little stricter than he does, and that was fine as well. They are only this little for a little while, so I will hold and squeeze and love and rock and nurse and bounce till the days end. There is nothing sweeter than a smile and giggle from across the room... He knows who he sees. And it's me <3

Comparisons

Do you see the resemblance?! I can. :)