One of the funny things about having boys is, no matter how bad they feel, they still need to get their wiggles out. Never has this been more apparent than in these last few days. Pres had the flu first and while he was very sick and he did spend most of his time sleeping/resting, when he wasn't resting he was running.
Now it's Wyatt's turn and the same seems to be true. Most of his day has been spent in mom or dad's arms (mostly dad's, since he has turned into a real daddy's boy) but he did have his moments where he needed to GO.
Playing on his "new" tricycle.
(Pres was upset that Wyatt needed to come back inside. I think we are due for some healthy days!)