Three

Three

Today (Jan 28) Wyatt Benjamin Esau is three years old! It’s a common thing to hear him say “I’m a man!” On our way home from town the other day we all were saying what we were thankful for. He said, “I’m thankful for God!” He loves listening to My Bible Friends and is often heard repeating parts like “Captain Naaman is a terrible man!” (because he said he would not listen to the prophet) and “Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!” or “Uncle Jehoida! Uncle Jehoida!” He loves the book Go Dogs Go and the other day in town he said, “Go dogs, go! The light is green now!” I don’t think he knows his colours or his numbers but he has a very keen memory and perception! He’s a slim little boy. He weighs 34 lbs and measures 39” tall. He’s completely potty-trained, sleeps in his crib-turned-toddler-bed and wears size three pants and shirts and size 8 shoes. He loves to sing. He told me the other day “Mom, you and I like to sing songs.” Before Wyatt was born I was worried that another little boy 8.5 years later would be wimpy and spoiled. I need never have worried! Wyatt is 2 going on 15. He wants to do whatever the other men do and be included in everything. If Pat is taking the others shopping for bikes he wants to go too. And if Pat takes the others sledding he is by all means going along too! I think he is a little spoiled but certainly not wimpy. He’s a very agile child. He can climb straight up the walls. He scales the fridge/freezer, stands inside and fills his cup, gets down and shuts the door, all without spilling a drop. Not that I’m proud of it but it certainly is a feat. Wyatt’s Uncle Rennie and Grandpa Dean continue to be his most admired people. He adores them. He chose a shirt the other day (to go to Uncle Rennie’s) that ‘is like Uncle Rennie’ he said. Every cow and horse and bale is like Uncle Rennie’s. And he told Pat the other day “I’m going to get a peter-car like you.” Wyatt has darker hair that’s a bit wavy, long black eye-lashes and hazel eyes. He has fine features, beautiful oval-shaped head and little stick-out ears. Another thing, Wyatt has had asthma for a lot of his life and this winter I’ve been taking him to the chiropractor and he hasn’t needed his puffers at all!! One time I gave him his blue puffer because he was getting pretty wheezy but that day I took him in to Dr. Stacey and he very shortly got better! I’m so very grateful for that! So, in twenty years what will I want to read about this dear little 3-year-old? He loves his blankets and teddies and playing Lego with his brothers. He plays and plays with the toy kitchen his Grandma Lois left here for while they are in Windowrock. He loves to play church and lead songs like Grandpa.  He tries to stand on his head and turn summersaults like Zach. He and Zach fight and fight and fight! He’s very helpful. He helps clean out the dishwasher, set the table, puts things away in different rooms, etc. Not perfectly, of course, but amazingly well. We’re pretty proud of our littlest man.