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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Naming

You may have been wondering where Wyatt Clark's name came from.

Or you might not. Either way, I'm going to tell you. Feel free to just glance at the pictures and skip the reading.

It's really your choice.



Anywho, Orrin and I have generally agreed on baby names pretty easily in the past. I generally came up with them and OP generally agreed. Nice system, right? Of course, there were names he vetoed (Kennedy for both girls and Radley for Porter), and he had some names I flatly refused (Natalie for the girls and Orrin Junior for both boys- yes I am serious).

And all of the kiddos have shared their middle name with a grandparent.

Adison Nae (my mom).
Piper Pauline (OP's grandma a.k.a Nanny)
Porter Grant (he got a 2fer- Porter is Orrin's middle name and Grant is after my grandpa)

And then came #4.



We're pretty darn sure this is our last one, so we both became a bit stubborn.

He wanted Paxton, I wanted pretty much any other name I could find. I really was digging the Tombstone-ish sound and did more than a few google searches for "Western Names".

I decided I liked Emmet (OP said no since it was the name of a vampire from Twilight) and Orrin still dug his heels in on Paxton. And then came the middle name. I wanted it after my family, Orrin wanted it after his.

And so we decided to call a draw. We met in the middle. Orrin agreed to one of my western names if I agreed to his choice in middle name.

The contract was drawn up and signed (just kidding... or am I?).

Thus came the name Wyatt Clark. Clark is OP's grandfather's middle name (and his little brother Heber's).

Papa was a citrus farmer, and so I decided to make Junior an orange onesie. And matching blanket.



And yes, I am aware that it looks more like a peach than an orange, but what do you do?

Friday, January 28, 2011

Not to brag...

to my Utah friends, but this is what we've been doing after school:






Yup, it is warm enough here to go outside (without jackets, you may have noticed), break out the sidewalk chalk, and do a little doodling.



Awesome.



I was going to post pictures of us playing at the park with the blue sky and sunshine, but I thought that would be a bit like rubbing salt in the wounds.

Hee hee.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Bros

I've had a lot of people ask how this dude is adjusting since we added the newest little dude.



You know, this guy:



He is actually doing awesome. Baby Wyatt is his little brother, and he takes his role as big brother very seriously.



He tells me how he is going to take care of him and never going to hurt him.



He is also going to show him the fine arts of playing airplanes, going potty, riding his bike and playing rough with Daddy.



He also sings the ABC's to Wyatt when he is crying, which actually seems to help him. Maybe the baby is just wondering what that off-pitch sound is (poor Porter can't carry a tune in a bucket), but he usually stops his fussing and looks around.



I think these boys are going to be great friends (at least until Porter realizes what sharing all of his toys means).

Friday, January 21, 2011

Dr. Jeckyl, Mr. Hyde

Here is Mr. Wyatt this morning before he was given his breakfast...



So very angry!

And here he is after he has a full belly and is swaddled tight (his very favorite way to be)...



He looks shocked because my camera just flashed in his eyes.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

One Week

It has happened.

Time has unmercifully marched forward and has turned my newborn into a week-old baby.

Sure, sure. One week is still considered newborn, yet it is proof that these days are not going to last forever.

*sigh*

In this pic, Wyatt is clutching at his best friend, the pacifier.


And here he is peeping out of his right eye.



Awww....



One week!

Just Like Dad



They grow up so fast, don't they?

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Siblings

Wyatt is one adored little boy.

His big sisters and big brother fight constantly over who gets to hold him.



And I am constantly telling them to stop kissing him 'cause they're getting their germs all over him.

They don't listen.



And Porter thinks that Wyatt is the bestest thing ever.

He even says he's going to share his bike, trucks, golf clubs and his Hot Wheels with him. That's a big deal for Porter.



Mr. Wyatt is certainly not being ignored!

Monday, January 03, 2011

And Here He Is...



More to come.

You know, when I have longer than 30 seconds.