The Conversationalist

I am starting to wonder if there will ever be peace and quiet in my house ever again? Between Wyatt’s constant talking and Brooklyn’s continuous screaming, it sometimes feels like my head is about to explode. Sometimes, just sometimes, I look forward to Monday mornings.

I don’t know how may times I cried and fretted and worried over Wyatt’s speech delay. I vividly remember praying, Dear God, if you will just let him speak to us so we can understand – I will do anything! ANYTHING! Can I take this back? Most of the time, Wyatt’s stories and antics are HILARIOUS. And I do enjoy a good conversation as much as the next person. But sometimes, I just want quiet. SILENCE!! I find myself saying, Can we not talk for like 2 minutes? How about we sit here and look at this book – with no talking – for just a bit. To this request I usually get a slew of questions about WHY we should be quiet. Huh? Why? You don’t wanna talk? Is Brooklyn sleeping? Where are we going? How about 1 minute? Just never mind. Is it too much for a mom to want a bit of quiet now and again? Apparently I should quit bringing loud children into the home, huh?

So last week we took Wyatt on a special outing. Just Wyatt, mom and dad. We went to see the walking with the Dinosaurs at the Civic Center here in town. Wyatt was pretty excited, and I think deep down he was ecstatic that he didn’t have to share mom and dad with Brooklyn for just a little bit. He never said it, but when we left he asked why she was staying home, and when I told him that the Dinosaur show was just for big kids, he responded, Cool!

We got to the arena and it was pouring cats and dogs so we hurried our way in and made our way through the THOUSANDS of people to find our seats. First, of course, we had to buy a $20 thing-a-ma-jig that lights up. You know, the important part of the show.

And here he is three days later. Still hanging on to the thing-a-ma-jig…

Once to our seats, Chris left to go get some food, or something. He came back with a t-shirt and program for Wyatt (and minus $50). While he was gone, just as they announced that the show was going to start in 5 minutes, Wyatt announces he has to go potty. I’m like NOW? You just went? Didn’t you? Ok – Let’s go quick! I have NO IDEA where the rest rooms are, nor how badly he has to go. We push through the mobs of people and find some bathrooms not too far away. Of course the men’s bathroom has NO line, and the women’s has a line out the door. I contemplate letting him go in the men’s but foresee bad things with this decision, so we opt to wait in line. As we are standing there he tells me he is going to potty in his pants, he has to go so bad. My anxiety is starting to elevate, and I can feel myself getting redder. Really? We paid LOTS of money for these tickets, your light-up-toy, and you are going to pee in your pants for the first time in FOREVER, and we are going to miss the show, huh? This is SO my luck.

He must have said it loud enough because the women in line infront of us (like 25 of them) let us go first. He gets into the stall, insists on having the door open, and pees a tablespoon into the toilet. Hmmm. Was he really going to pee his pants, or was this just a tactic to budge in front of the line? Well played, my child. Well played. He comes out of the stall, pants down – which for some reason embarrasses me even more. We wash up, and are on our way back to the seats. We have even made it in time so we don’t miss the start of the show! Nice job Wyatt!

The entire 2 hour show, Wyatt talked and asked questions and made comments. There was an older couple sitting next to us who seemed quite amused by his constant chatter, I hope it didn’t bug everyone else. Because the more I told him to SHHHHHH, the louder and more frequent the questions and comments got. My particular favorite moment was when one of the dinosaurs was looking into the crowd towards the bottom of our section, and Wyatt announced (loudly) That dinosuar is there, ‘cuz he wants to EAT PEOPLE! I think our entire section got a giggle out of that one.

I am just so impressed that Wyatt was able to sit through the entire show and intermission. He sat IN HIS CHAIR, the entire show. This is quite the accomplishment. Even if he did talk, continuously, through the whole program.

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