You'd expect a little boy to enjoy children's books, big pictures, interactive stories that make noise.. you know the kind. Wyatt; however, has a weird obsession with phone books. His first phone book (as seen above) went everywhere with us. In the car, to bed, in the bathroom during bath time. It even made a few trips to the store. When suddenly one day, the world ended....
Since then he has broadened his literary choices to the yellow pages at Mama's work...
The Reader's Digest at the Pediatrician's Office...
To "Don't Call Me Fat!" in Glamour while waiting for his hair cut today...
Needless to say, he brightened a lot of people's day while waiting. There were a lot of chuckles and comments about how cute it was.. (gotta say, I agree with them.) That all changed once it was time for the actual hair cut. Wyatt has had his cut a thousand times, and is always a perfect little angel for them. So what not expecting or prepared for the coming events.
About one minute after this picture was taken, he lost his marbles a bit. You would have thought Santa was kidnapped and he was never going to have another birthday again with the way he was carrying on. The kicking, and crying, and trying to climb over the chair was one thing... but then the yelling started. "OWIE MAMA! OWIE MAMA! NO NO NO!" Shoppers were coming in to make sure a child wasn't being brutally beaten, for real. He's lucky he's so darn cute. I'm thinking we'll boycott all future haircuts and go for the long hippie look from now on! I kid... (maybe).
Until Next Time,
Tiffany
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