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.
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.
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