I am currently watching Wyatt attempt to take a nap. In less than two months he'll turn 3, and it's becoming more and more apparent that he is growing up. His naps lately have been an hour to an hour and a half tops, and often it takes him a long time to get there. He doesn't fight them at all, it just seems he sometimes isn't very tired. He'll lay there still, long enough that I think he's asleep, and then suddenly start talking or get up and peek under his bed, pretend to "fix" his bed, or have a conversation with one of his stuffed animals. Then crawl back under his covers and give it another go. Maybe it's time to at least push it back a bit.
We're definitely not giving up naps yet. That's for sure.
Yesterday was the yearly Primary Program, hands down the best sacrament meeting of the year. The kids all say the darndest things and there's always at least one super loud, super off key kid singing his guts out. This year was no exception, and Wyatt, tired of not getting the jokes as we all chuckled throughout the program, decided he needed to be in on the action.
His timing was impeccable.
One little boy stood up to say that the temple was really special to him because he was able to be sealed to his family for eternity. Very heartwarming, yet Wyatt chose this moment to insert his loud, super-fake adult laugh. "Heh, heh, heh, heh!" he said slowly, and looked at us to make sure we'd seen he'd "gotten it" this time.
It was also significant because just two days before the program I'd realized that he would be moving out of nursery into the Sunbeam class (3 - 4 yrs olds) in January. I thought he had another year! That means next year he'll be one of those off-key kids. (Unless he's more like me, and then he'll sing softly so as not to draw any extra attention to himself.)

He's taken to reminding us that he's a big boy. Any time we use a nickname for him, anything other than Wyatt, he'll say, in a happy voice, "No, Mom. I'n not a punkin, I'n a big boy!" Or he'll glance in the mirror, survey himself, and tell us he is getting big "like a fourwheeler." He's been told, by his father, that when he's older he can drive a four wheeler and that's now his measuring stick.
And I'm alright with all this growing up stuff, so long as he continues to tell me on a regular basis that he loves me. That will be my measuring stick.