We did our best. Byron took charge of the indoor-pinata-experience, which turned out great. I used the party as an excuse to make homemade tamales -- something I've wanted to try for a long time. After a trip to a Latin market, I was set with lots of dried chilies and Oaxacan cheese and sour cream. Plus a few lemon dulce, which we never quite figured out what to do with although they looked like a good idea at the time of purchase.
The tamales took a bit longer to put together than I anticipated, but five hours and a whole lot of masa later, we had tamales with several fillings to choose from: potato and Guajillo chile sauce; chicken and tomatillo sauce; garlicky chard and cheese, and poblano pepper and jack cheese. We also had lots of guacamole and chips, a pot of our favorite beans, and an experimental Mexican rice dish that I don't think we'll make again anytime soon.
All the excitement did not lend itself well to getting Wyatt to bed, and by 10 p.m. we wondered if he would fall sleep that night at all. He was most definitely the last one of us to succumb -- the last thing I remember was him, tucked into the big bed between Byron and me, animatedly jabbering about something . . . .
I kid you not -- the day after Wyatt turned three I felt like a switch had been flipped. We heard new words and phrases, saw new insistence upon doing things his own way, and the hoarding of things as "mine" started up. On the up side, he has started napping again fairly regularly -- and for two-plus hour naps! He's grown out of all his pants, most of his shoes, and required a new coat quite suddenly. Nowadays if I ask him whether he wants yogurt for breakfast, if he doesn't say yes, he'll give me an answer like, "No, mom. I'm good" or "No thanks, maybe another time."
Tonight (it's been a little over a month since his birthday) he asked grandpa whether he wanted "hot chocolate of some sort" after dinner. And earlier today he told me he was, "Preparing a list of things I want to do tomorrow."
My toddler boy pretty much disappeared overnight. Wyatt is exactly right when he calls himself a "bigger boy" these days. As for me, I have the sinking feeling that he'll be in high school before I know it.