It is the consensus of strangers that Wyatt must eat well. I am unsure if this means they are calling him chubby or healthy, or both. He has handled our return to school quite well, thanks to all the help and hard work of our mothers. They don’t read this blog, but they deserve a virtual shout-out regardless.
He laughed the other day. It was a truly infectious sound. He sounded more stunned than joyful— apparently peeing in the bathtub is surprisingly liberating. He is in the habit of talking, or attempting to talk. We’ve had quite a range of conversations considering his young age. His reactions are various, and thoughtful, given the wrinkling of his brow.
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