It's the hap-happiest season of all

The rest of the Christmas break can be summarized as follows: goofy Wyatt, parties, shopping, and The Great Plague.

Let's start with parties, shall we? Because of my A Type personality / OCD syndrome, I tend to party plan. I like to get together with friends and family, I think there's nothing better, and whether because I've always done it or because I'm afraid if I don't do it no one will, I'm almost always the one pulling it together. Anyway, I planned a few and only got to attend a couple (see below). The first party was a girls only party with the girls I grew up with, and there are no pictures because I spent every second holding a baby. I brought the camera, I had every intention of capturing my lovely friends, but I literally went from one baby to the next. I loved every second of it. In fact, had we not discussed the *joys* of night feedings, I might have had news for ya'll.

But we did. And so I don't. But good heavens, aren't babies lovely?! I'd been all excited to have a kid-free night with mah girls, and spent it holding and talking about kids. And loving it.

We had parties with my family, multiple parties, and I only have a few shots of Caleb's family party and New Years Eve. Someone needs to remind me to take pictures, because I WANT pictures, I just forget. I blame Caleb, because I used to rely on him to take them, and now he doesn't, so it's up to me. Anyway. Another story, right? These next few were actually taken by Caleb, cause I was stuck going up and down the stairs with Wy.

 

 

Like so.

 

Hi, Kathy! We know how to party it up, don't we?

Now this picture isn't particularly fabulous, but I had to post it because Caleb was so adamant that I NOT, because he didn't want his son to be seen playing with a princess wand. So naturally, I had to. 

These are all my photos of the parties, and that's mostly because of The Great Plague. A stomach virus, the worst sickness ever, that swept our entire extended family. We love each other, we love to get together, and it showed. Within just a few short days at least one person from each family was down, some only slightly sick, others violently ill (my dad lost 6 lbs). By the weeks end 28 were sick, and more would fall. Needless to say we avoided a few get togethers, or didn't stay long. I hate the thought, but I just couldn't chance Wy getting sick. The kid doesn't have a pound to lose and was already battling a cough. 

A lighter subject, shall we? Wy's goofiness. It was crazy. He suddenly developed a love of all things fuzzy and soft after discovering these pillows on my mom's couch. He would randomly walk over and lay his head down, and now does it to any soft surface. It's terribly endearing. 

He also liked to be on things.

Don't mind the tag, it's the only way those pants will stay up...

He was so proud of himself. And now he's trying to climb on everything.

He experienced surround sound. (soft surround sound...)

He learned the joys of dipping foods into various things. Vegetable dip, ketchup, even a little mustard. Most often he'd give up whatever he was dipping and just stick his fingers in.

 

He's a goober, and I love him. Messy face and all. 

Comments

[Abby]

i love him, too. ;)