What About Wyatt?

I actually pulled out my camera before school this morning (a miracle since we're usually pretty pressed for time).

Good morning Mr.  Wyatt

Can you tell how he's grabbing onto my legs?  This is how I've been spending most of my days lately.  You know, with a baby attached to me somewhere.

I went outside to take some pics of the kiddos on our tree swing (none of which turned out), and I turned around and saw this:

Mr.  Wyatt slamming on the glass door and yelling to be let out.

I thought it was adorable.  He thought it to be quite annoying that no one was helping him.

Poor boy spends a majority of his day at this door watching his siblings jump, ride and generally run a muck.

Ain't it cute?