There are a few things in my world I find completely unacceptable. Chili without crackers. Watching TV show episodes out of order. Raisins in cookies. And most importantly, the absence of inclement weather after I’ve been promised a storm.
If you tell me it’s going to thunderstorm, it better happen. And if you tell me we’re going to get a foot of snow and I go to the store and stock up on cake and booze bread and milk, we better get more than a dusting. So while I’m waiting to see how this storm shakes out today, I’ll pass the time with another week in review.
I finally got around to finding a doctor for Wyatt. And totally gave them the wrong birth date. Seriously. Will someone please remind me on November 14th to buy my kid a birthday present so I don’t forget? Thanks.
I broke down and started to purge Wyatt’s wardrobe of items that don’t fit his chunky frame anymore. Up until that point I’d been fine with his rapid rate of growth. Anyone who was unlucky enough to come upon me as I was quietly sobbing into a Walmart bag stuffed with newborn onesies knows that I’m definitely not okay with it anymore.
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but we reluctantly decided to ease into a “cleaner” diet. That means cutting out highly processed food. It’s okay though, because I can still drink wine and vodka. That’ll make the transition significantly easier. Either that or I’ll get drunk and run to the mini mart across the street and buy all their Cheetos and Little Debbies.
After what I can only describe as a Herculean effort, Wyatt managed to roll from his back to his stomach. He now spends the majority of his day trying to figure out how he can get on his stomach. I guess everyone needs a hobby.
Wyatt had his 3 month (ish) checkup and he’s perfect, of course. Somewhat long. Somewhat fat. And somewhat of a tiny head. I assure you didn’t feel that small 3 months ago. No sir. I don’t know, does that thing look small to you?
We had a fun-filled day with Ryan’s parents. We got to eat breakfast without interruption and Wyatt got completely spoiled. And then there was this:
A giant box of clothes from Jennifer at Life with the Lieutenant. I think Ryan’s mom and I ohhed and ahhed over every single thing in there. Plus, Ryan’s sister sent a bunch of clothes her boys no longer use too. I wish I would have taken a picture of the combined pile of clothes. Ridiculous is what it was. Thank you both so much. Wyatt thanks you too. He was tired of being stuffed into pajamas that don’t quite fit.
Ryan and his dad went to the gun range to shoot giant pieces of paper, and since I’m a terrible hostess his mom and I just sat around looking at Wyatt while they were gone. Good thing he’s cute.