Apparently Wyatt lurks on this blog (as so many of you do. ahem. P.S. Lurking=reading without commenting. And also? I've yet to meet a blogger who doesn't appreciate a little comment love every now and then. But I digress) and doesn't want to be known as naughty naughty, short-fused or difficult because today he woke up in a fine mood. I realize it may only be a temporary reprieve (much like the olden infant days when he just. wouldn't. sleep. through. the. night. and would throw me a bone in the form of six straight hours of shuteye just as I hit my breaking point) and am probably jinxing myself by even mentioning it, but it's such a life improvement that I had to share.
So Wyatt, thank you son. Thanks for letting me be a better mommy by not having to be just below my boiling point all day. You're one in a million, kid.