Speaking of tractors...

I am a little behind with this post...since this is from all the way back in July.

Wyatt got to go to his first tractor pull!  Grandpa Al was pulling at the fair and Wyatt got the chance to watch him!

Here he is getting ready for the pull with daddy's nifty headphones.

Daddy and Wyatt enjoying the pull!

Wyatt and his cousins Riley and Cole.  What a silly bunch!  If you notice, Wyatt's hair is soaked...that's because it was about 1000 degrees sitting there in the grandstands!  And the kid sweats like crazy!

And another photo of the cousins.  Love it:)

On an International Harvester...

Wyatt got his first combine ride with grandpa Al the other night.  He sure had fun!  I am sure this is just the first of many times:)  Grandpa Al was harvesting beans, so Wyatt will have to go again to see the corn!

"Around here" they pronounce it "cumbine"...and even though I grew up "around here" I pronounce it "combine"...I think it may just be a farmer thing or maybe it's just Clint's family...but I have noticed that I've started to say "cumbine"...which will probably be to the chagrin of our brother-in-law, Philip, who holds my propensity for correctly pronounced words:)

Grandpa even let Wyatt drive the combine!  He's a pretty good driver:)

And of course, showing off his belly button...we're pretty sure it's his security blanket...so weird.

And he had to press his face against the glass!

Icabod is itchy...

I know this title is a bit silly, but it may give you a clue as to how long Wyatt's attention span is right now...

Meaning that in Dr. Suess world we can get through the letter "I", where Icabod is itchy...and then Wyatt is off to the next activity.  There have been a handful of times where we've gotten all the way to the

"Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz",

but usually it's Itchy Icabod...sometimes we only make it to "David Donald Doo, who dreamed a dozen doughnuts and a duckdog too". 

Oh, Wyatt.

Often we just look at him and wonder what happened to our sweet little baby, who used to just lay there.

Now he's this sweet little boy that never rests.

Thought I'd also give an update on Wyatt's current favorites...

The kid loves to run. Constantly.

He loves pushing as many buttons on the phone before we catch him

and then he chucks said phone to the floor.

He loves throwing. Everything.

He loves taking bites out of the toilet paper.  And pretty much anything else he gets his hands on.

He loves giving the dog hugs.

Loves giving himself high-fives in the mirror.

He loves "helping" mommy.

He L.O.V.E.S. his belly button.