Happy Birthday to my favorite child for the day. Wyatt is always the first to say he loves me, eat something new, massage my back, foster any living creature, draw me a love note or acknowledge when something is not totally fair. There are many reasons I love this boy. The most important is that he has a big heart and shows it to me everyday. almost.

Today on the way to school I told stories about when he was born and anything else that could spark a laugh or just make him feel special. The funniest thing about Wy is that he was born with a deep voice. Even his first cry sounded more like a roar. He used to be very, very quiet. His favorite thing to do was organize the tupperware cabinets. He never wandered far from my side and it was a welcome reprieve from his older brother. Even as he has gotten older I have discovered even with all of his threats of running away, he will be the one that always stays by my side.

Wyatt got one birthday present early...Bella came over. I told her mom that if she comes down with a sore throat this week we will know that he got to first base with her.

This little girly has a fever and is so cuddly. Except she wont let me kiss her neck...my favorite spot. In the morning I steal a kiss. It still smells like a little baby. I love babies