Happy Birthday Wyatt! He's one and I am still tired. He hasn't been our easiest, most laid back baby like people said the third would be. It might be because the poor guy gets dragged all over and hasn't had a schedule of his own due to his brothers' activities. It might be because we are tired and not up to listening to any more whining. It has been a fun year of seeing him grow, learning how to do "so big", clap, throw kisses, wave good-bye, play peek-a-boo, crawl, stand, say mama and dada, and go up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down the steps. He's got big blue eyes, shy looks, and a sweet smile. He's a great hugger. He is much loved by his brothers, sometimes a little too loved. He's up to 5 teeth and we'll check in on Monday as to how big he is officially.
Wyatt got up this morning to find his birthday present in the middle of the living room. He and Gavin played with the Learning House for a while before we headed off for a MOMS Club meeting. Then Grandma and Grandpa J came down and we went out to eat at Buca's for lunch. Fred met us there and Drea stopped in to wish Wyatt a happy birthday too.

Wyatt with his birthday present.

Gavin and Wyatt playing.

Being a big 1 year old means you can face forward in the car, hopefully that makes it less of a struggle to get him in his seat.

Such a big boy with his straw cup.

Happy Birthday at Buca di Beppo's.

Drea and Wyatt.

Jacob, Grandma, Wyatt, Grandpa, and Gavin.
After supper it was cake time! I made Wyatt his own little cake to dig into and destroy. He was a little tentative at first, but made a mess of it by the end.

Our family before cake.

Single serving cake for Wyatt.

Hmmm...

Liking the frosting.

Getting into it!

Making a mess.

Done.