Friday, April 11, 2008

Beep-Beep, Comin' Through...



Happy birthday, Wyatt!

Here he is on the scooter Nana and Granddad got him. He thinks he's easily a cool as Olivia, the pig. Beep-Beep, Comin' Through!

Wyatt is 2...Can't believe it. I keep thinking of his birth. He beat Grandma to the hospital by 12 hours, but almost didn't make it himself.

He greeted the world with a pterodactyl-like scream. He continued like that, blue-faced, through the initial weighing/footprint jazz. He even managed to scream while he nursed the first time. Eventually the pediatric nurse drew him a warm bath and squeezed him into a tiny tub. Finally he was at peace. In his own little world with his ears submerged so the rest of the world sounded fuzzy. We laughed and laughed at that.

Then he was ostracised to the Boppy for Billy-Belt therapy. That took 10 days. Again, he was content to chill all by himself. Glowing. Literally.

So my favorite pictures of Wyatt are the the one in the tub and the ones in the Billy Belt. It reminds me of my independent little giant who doesn't need anyone else's opinion or company to be happy. And he was like that from the start. (See start of slide show for pics.)

2 comments:

Judy Ryan said...

My favorite image of Wyatt is of him naked, jaundiced and yellow, on a blanket on Easter Sunday as the Methodists on one side of the street and the Southern Baptists on the other side filed out of their respective churches in their finery. He just stretched in what he perceived was his very own finery and let them enjoy the view. Occasionally he'd pee.

nanamoo said...

happy birthday Wyatt...so glad that we could share part of the day with you!