Eli's First Haircut

Getting the cut

Side View

Posing with Daddy after his bath.

He likes his new doo!

After much debate in the Wyatt household, I finally talked Geoffrey into allowing me to cut Elijah's hair. We originally wanted to wait until his second birthday, but after realizing how fast and thick his hair was growing I decided I couldn't wait any longer.

There was another reason why I couldn't wait until his 2nd birthday. It wasn't so much that strangers asked how old our "little princess" was or that his curls were longer than his beloved Genevieve's. No, it was his daily ritual of rubbing unwanted food into his hair at meal times. I don't believe a haircut will prevent the little protester from rubbing his food into his hair. But, at least I won't spend 15 minutes trying to get it out only to have to stick the kiddo into the bathtub for a quick rinse.

Eli did pretty well for his first haircut. At first, he just gently tipped his head away from me, which actually helped me get to his hair better. After trimming with scissors in order to save some precious locks, we moved onto using clippers. This is where it started to go down hill. He either didn't like the sound or he didn't like the feeling of the clippers on his head...or both. Needless to say there were some tears, but pretty in genuine.

Anyways, enjoy the pictures!

Feeling Fall

We are thankful for another beautiful fall day in Juneau. Eli has been enjoying the sunshine and extra walks. Although the air is chilly, he is happy to walk just about anywhere nowadays. His current favorite outdoor place is the playground near our house. He just discovered that the sand sticks to his hands and he also enjoys picking up rocks and other inedibles.

How do you like to spend a cool, sunny fall day?

Distracting Eli

Today a friend wrote on Facebook that he was thankful for Baby Einstein because it allowed him a 30 minute break...I agree! In fact, I would settle for a 5 minute break! Being a parent is a 24 hour/day responsibility. Whether you choose Baby Einstein, a sibling, or a cardboard box, it is healthy for our children to learn to entertain themselves. Some families are blessed with little ones that are content to play with their "box of toys" for extended periods of time, or with a child that is happy to explore books or watch an appropriate video. Although I am blessed, Eli usually needs to be "entertained" by multiple things because he is active and gets distracted easily.

Elijah can also be a little "needy" and he is starting to experience separation anxiety. He loves for his mom or dad to give him lots of attention. I think it is important for us to give him attention, but there are times when we may need a moment to ourselves. I would like to share a story with you and ask for some advice. It may be considered a "taboo subject", but it is something that occurs daily in the Wyatt household and may provide you with a little comical relief. So, reader BEWARE!

I am currently working on a little pre-potty training with Eli. The purpose isn't really to prepare Eli to use the bathroom, but for him to learn to allow others to use the bathroom privately. Eli, when he sees I am headed that direction, puts his crawl or walk into full gear and races to beat me to the bathroom door. I usually win, however, there are times when he is quicker than my aging feet. If he succeeds at entering the bathroom first, he promptly heads for all of the areas I want him to avoid: the garbage can, the toilet, the toilet brush, the toilet paper roll, and the bathtub itself. As a last resort, when I carry him out of the room and tell him "no", he reaches for the cabinet doors or drawers and tries to swipe something within his reach. This is particularly amusing to him, but he panics when figures out his fun is over and when I begin to walk away to return to the bathroom.

His second attempt at racing to the restroom is rarely successful. Now, it may seem to you that I've won the battle--but it really depends on what you consider a "win". About 75% of the time Eli bangs on the bathroom door and screams for me to come out. Although I am alone in the room, (1 point Mom, 1 point Eli) it is anything but quiet. When I am finally reunited with my son, he then clings to my leg for the next 10 minutes as if I'd left him for a week or two.

So, my question to you is this:

How would you "handle" this little guy?

My Husband

My husband is the most manly and caring person in the world. I can't believe how sexy and wonderful he is.

And he knows my password.