I realize the last post was very woe is me (though garnered lots of good ideas for activities) so I figured I should let you know we're fine. Well, I am. Wyatt has gotten himself a lovely little cold and is a little under the weather. He's not miserable, but he's slowed down enough that he had zero issues with six other kids playing in his trampoline Saturday night. I'd like to tell you that he, in fact, had zero discipline issues but that would be an outright lie. There was a hitting-with-wooden-train-tracks incident that landed him in a significant time-out. At least I enjoyed the company of friends and even Millie got a playdate out of the deal since one friend brought her puppy. Success all around.
We've been staying close to home and are gearing up for Grandma's visit. If you ask Wyatt what day she's coming, he smiles and holds up two fingers. You know, because she's coming on Tuesday. He's very excited that we're going to the airport to get her because we "might be able ride escalators" and "see engines on those airplanes go zoom!" while we're there. So Mom, look for us on the escalators first and if you don't see us there, we're plastered against a window somewhere nearby.