In Praise of the Wilde One

Otto Fox Wilder is definitely the baby of a family of six children.

He has about three mothers and each of those moms has a distinctly different parenting style.

But this little man is endlessly entertaining lately.

He’s still loud, but he’s funny.

He sings along with music we play.  Right now his favorite tunes apparently are “Pirate’s Gospel” and Mumford & Sons “The Cave”.

He tells the same joke over and over.  It goes like this – “Dada!” (Wait for Daddy’s response.) “Ha.Ha.Ha.”

Still no progress in the potty training department.

(Although being the sixth child, I have learned that, for our house, rushing that skill is not the path to success.)

And, perhaps most obviously, the kid is adored.

Everyone here loves a little Wilde Fox time.

Here’s what the kids think about their littlest brother.

London’s turn:

He’s cute and funny.

I love him.

I like to do everything with him.

I cannot stand it when he cries.

Piper Finn’s turn:

Can I talk about Ringo instead?

No?  Oh, okay – Otto.

I love him.

When he cries, my heart breaks.

I like to play with him.

Bergen Hawkeye’s turn:

He’s cute.

I like to play and cuddle with him.

When it’s time to get him up I crawl into his bed and cuddle with him.

Mosely’s turn:

He’s cute.

Wait – are you putting this on your post?

When he prays, it’s so cute.  [She’s right.  He sticks his hands over his mouth and mumbles garbled noises for about thirty seconds.  Sweetness incarnate.]

When he hugs me, it’s cute.

Case closed.

This kid is a real fan favorite!