We’ve all been here, right? How far would we go to retrieve their favorite animal/ blanket/pillow/toy?

So just imagine the series of events that took place to get us here this evening. Josh was working and so I picked the boys up from daycare to take them directly to their 5:45 PM hair cut appointment.¬† I’ve done it before, remember? (Giving yourself an A+ ) Just me taking all 3 for a simple haircut- but something about that in itself feels like an accomplishment. 3 boys, 3 haircuts, probably 15 lollipops/suckers and 45 minutes later, all 3 were cut, styled and oh so handsome. Anyway, afterwards we left and crossed the road to the parking lot, the older ones running in disarray or pure excitement with their fresh cuts. I was carrying Wyatt in his ridiculously heavy car seat, in my arm. It was starting to rain and we were all hungry for dinner. I herded cattle into my SUV and off we were just 3 minutes from home.

At home, Wyatt was immediately fussy and so I got him in his high chair for his dinner as I made something quick- spaghetti, meat-sauce, and Texas toast for my other hungry boys. It wasn’t until after dinner when Wyatt then took his bottle that we realized something was missing. Binkie.

Now I pride myself in being the one who knows where everything is for everyone in the house. The keeper of things, if you will. Actually I get extremely frustrated if I actually lose something. Well, besides a sock or a crayon, we have millions of those. So, first question: Where did we have it last? We had his pacifier at the place where they got their haircut, I know we did. It must be in the parking lot, I thought, for sure because it was no where in the car or the house. And, I remember the boys running around like crazy as it started to rain.


I’ll go. I’ll be right back, I said, to Josh. If it wasn’t in the parking lot, maybe it was in the shop. On the way, I called my Dad, “How many times did you and Mom have to go back somewhere to retrieve my blanket or Kevin’s pillow?” He could recall one particular circumstance but that was all. My parents got really good and keeping track of our most prized possessions. Well after almost 13 month of owning this giraffe binkie, it was well over due. It was officially lost. I pulled up, it was NOT in the parking lot. Nowhere to be found. DARNIT! I looked over at the shop and saw it was still open. I’ll go in, I thought. I parked and got out and just then I scanned the street…


BINKIE. Binks. Binkiepoo. Laying there, nearly dead in the middle of Sale Street. I ran over and saved his life. He had been there, for one whole hour, and was ran over who knows how many times. I scooped him up and immediately went to CVS for more backups (the ones without giraffes) and returned home. As soon as I walked in, Wyatt spotted it in my hand right away, cried and tried to pull at it. I HAD to sanitize this thing first. Yuk!

All is well, now. It was our first major circumstance of having ZERO binkies on hand. Wyatt is in bed and tucked in now, happy with his giraffe nearby. Whooowee- that was close! Wyatt has no idea what happened to his beloved pacifier.

How will we ever ween him of this thing? I’ll start soon and will likely be harder on us than it will be on him. Thankfully he has a beloved blankey, just like his older brothers do and actually Josh and I had a blankey growing up too. Getting him off the pacifier may be easier with a default object, lets just hope we can keep track of that now.


1 more month till ONE for Wyatt!

Wyatt is 11 months old!

This is my prayer, every single night. Lord, please give me all the strength to be the Mom they need.

So, of course it makes me sad to think that Wyatt will officially be a baby for just 1 more month. But so much about him is a big boy already. Wyatt is moving out of the nursery classroom at daycare next week along with 3 of his little buddies. He has 4 teeth and 2 more on the bottom coming in now. Wyatt got his first haircut in January and is a little walker. He has been practicing for a while but can now get from room to room and even change direction when walking. (His shoes trip him up though.) I am not ready for this!

Wyatt prefers to spend most of his waking moments in his high chair and eats every type of food. He even tried cow’s milk is a sippy cup this week! My favorite thing to give him is thawed, frozen mixed vegetables (peas, green beans, carrots, corn). He loves them so much, it probably feels good on his gums and Mama loves that he gets his veggie fix. He also loves eggs, his puffs, yogurt, fruit, meat and cheese.

Wyatt can wave hi and bye (sometimes), gives open mouth kisses, and laughs when we play peek a boo. I have been trying to teach him the sign for ‘all done’ and he just laughs at me when I do it. He loves to cuddle with Daddy the best and does all he can to keep up with his big brothers. Wyatt loves his dog, Remi, and I even caught him laying his head on him the other night. Also, I think it is going to be hard to break this boy of his pacifier one day soon.

Savoring every last minute of this last month.