The forgotten one

It would seem as though I have forgotten about someone on this humble little blog of mine.

Namely, Mr. Wyatt Clark Merrill.  Or, as he is known around these parts, Wy-Fi.  Of course, he is also called Wyetta a whole heck of a lot, but that's a whole other story that includes a tutu and some really giggly sisters.

A while back, my dearest father called me and asked me how "the forgotten one" was doing.  Naturally, I assumed he was talking about old Orrin.  It took me a rather long, awkward moment to figure out that he meant my youngest child who rarely makes an appearance on this blog.

And now I shall make an excuse for this: Wy-fi has a tendency of taking a lot of naps when I have my friend, The Camera, waving around.  Well, that, and he usually takes one look at The Camera and runs in the opposite direction.  Because he is a giant turd, that's why.

See how in this picture he is refusing to look into the camera... well, the phone.  Let's not be picky, though.

**gasp! a rare Courtney sighting!**

Hey kid, I'm pretty sure you ended up with your Momma's eyes.

Please be assured that this little man is still calling most of the shots in the Merrill household.  It's just that most of the time I can only get a blurry shot of his chubby little body streaking by.

There he goes now!

Isn't Wyatt just the perfect little gentleman at church?

You're allowed to snap a picture on your phone before sacrament starts, right?

Do not be fooled by the serene look on the kid's face. He is secretly plotting his chapel exit strategy.

Told ya.

He also has become the computer warden and decides who gets to use it and when.  If you try to use it when he deems it impossible, you'll have to deal with this:

Good luck getting by that guy.

Wyatt likes bath time,

playing at the park,

walks (especially ones that end at the park),

drinking water (yep, he belongs to OP alright),

getting loves from the select few whom he allows to touch him,

car rides,

 the vacuum (nope.  no idea),

and generally running amuck.

  His dislikes?  Well, there may be a few.

Being told "no" when he wants more cookie dough

and when he keeps crying for Mom's attention and she won't lift her eyes from her toy phone.

Oh, and he protests extremely loud when it is time to visit the doctor.  Don't be fooled by his sweet face in this picture.  He was a little devil the entire time.  Although I should point out that he only cried while we held his arms down (the kid does not like to be restrained) while he got his four shots.  Yup, I said four shots.  As soon as we let him go he was fine.

Also, shopping bores him immensely. 

This kid also likes his meals.  And his snacks.  And the random crumbs he finds on the floor or table between meals and snack time.

This picture just might be my most favorite in the history of ever.

Have I mentioned that he is also a little bit accident prone?

Ok, ok, maybe he's a lot accident prone.

See the look on his face?  Nope.  No tears.  He was looking at his Momma in bewilderment- trying to figure out why she was sobbing and snotting (of course the worry was not greater than my desire to get a picture of his calm reaction to nearly taking off his face on the playground sand).

Wyatt is at that fun age where one minute he has me completely under his little chubby-toddler-drooling-grin spell, and the next he has me sitting in the corner rocking back and forth and counting to ten.

But I shall keep this little Tank.  I will share him though, if anyone is interested in babysitting him for a few hours (he, of course, comes as a package deal with three other awesome siblings). 

Oh, and I noticed that I put him in a lot of orange.  Never did realize that.