Hands. In. Mouth!

Dear Baby Wyatt,

Your little fingers must taste like sugar. You really don't want to do anything else these days but chew on them.

At 3 1/2 months, you drool. You drool a whole lot. You roll over. You laugh out loud. You smile at me all the time (except when we are in the car!)  And, with the exception of this past Sunday at church (massive blowout situation in the nursery!), you are so easy. You sleep through the night. You are so flexible too. You never really complain about going all over town to your brother's playdates, as long as I don't count the drive time to and from the locations.  

You don't mind anything...as long as you can chew on your fingers.

But...when mommy makes you take your hands out of your mouth for a picture, you get very UPSET!  Or, it could be that you think you look ridiculous in the hat.  I'm not sure.

All is better when you see your big brother's attempt at dressing himself. Bahhaaaa!  He made us snort we laughed so hard. So hard! How did he manage to put both of his legs in one leg hole of the shorts? Somehow he twisted them around and pulled his undies out a little.  Bahaaaa!  He is our comic relief.  What would we do without your brother's antics?!!

I guess we'd just sit around and watch you chew on your sugary fingers.