If you've got to stand for something.

They say that the average infant learns more during the first 2 years of their life then we do in an entire lifetime. As we casually glide our way through the milestones of the first year, I am reminded of how quickly the time goes and how every day Wyatt moves one step closer to being a toddler and two steps away from being the little newborn I still see him as. Since we are cruising (quite literally) along so quickly I thought I would write a quick update on all the progress we are making in becoming... a big boy.

Wyatt went from crawling to 'cruising' (the term used to maneuver around furniture while standing) in a matter of days. We think he is going to be an early walker, but you can never really tell. He is steady on his feet though and should he take a fall, we yell 'Safe!' with a big smile which usually leads to him standing back up and trying again, skipping the tears altogether. I read a book about a mom who said she couldn't help but gasp when her son would tip over or fall. It wasn't until he heard her do this though, that he would start crying. Sometimes its not the pain that gets them, but your reaction to it. Smart little buggers.

Like father (er, mother?), like son. Wyatt is currently going through a bit of a rebellious stage and thinks the word "No!" is as funny as watching Bentley chase his tail. His favorite pastime is pulling things off of shelves, whether it be DVDs or books, nothing is more entertaining then making a mess. He smiles an evil little smirk when I tell him to sit down in the bathtub, and then proceeds to jump up and down... all the while shrieking with the joy of defiance. And so it begins...

We (yes, I say we) got our first tooth on Tuesday, 11/31. At 2:30 in the morning I was woken by a shrill cry and went running downstairs. After trying everything to get him to go back to sleep, I had the thought that maybe, after all these months of waiting, his tooth had finally came in. Sure enough, with the quick swipe of a finger I was able to confirm that his first little razor-like shark tooth had arrived. A bit of Oragel and a few minutes of vigorous rocking did the trick and he was back in dream land in no time.

Much to Bentley's dismay, Wyatt is the equivalent of a garbage disposal, letting no morsel of food get away from his grasp. He is eating everything now, from tasty turkey on Thanksgiving to chunks of cheese and crackers for lunch. Occasionally Wyatt will have a change of heart and toss Bentley, who is sitting loyally by his side, a piece of meat loaf that he decided he could part with. I love watching them together, knowing that when Wyatt gets older he will always have a buddy... even if he is furry and rather annoying; Wyatt doesn't seem to mind.

Unless you have had kids, you can't really understand the excitement that comes with every new discovery. Maybe it is just a case of 1st-child syndrome. Bryan says I am setting myself up for disaster because I have done so much for Wyatt, between baby books and blogs I have a lot to live up to when baby #2 comes along.

But for now, I am loving every minute and I can't help but want to share our new discoveries and the fun I have everyday with the rest of the world... or at least with my 2 readers in Australia, whomever they may be.