Monday, October 05, 2009


Today is the day I decided I'd be a walker. I don't know why. But I think crawling is rather childish and I think it's time for me to be an adult.

Although I do like crawling.

But walking is better.

Reese walks. I want to impress her.

Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk.

Catch me if you can.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

A New Game

Daddy and I played this new awesome game in the morning.

1. I tackle him. That usually starts all our games.
2. I crawl on his chest.
3. He picks me up and turns me around, so I'm facing his feet.
4. I stand up on his stomach.
5. He lifts his legs up straight.
6. I hold onto his legs.
7. Daddy sits up and his legs and I fall down.
8. Laugh.



Saturday, October 03, 2009

Reese's Birthday

Today was my girlfriend Reese's birthday. Mommy and I walked all the way down to the Marina to celebrate at her party. And from the first step to the last, I held onto a daisy to give to her.

I even wore a skirt and held a doll for her. That's how deep my love runs.

Happy birthday, Reese.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Mood Swung

I just wasn't feeling it today. Maybe it's still getting used to the whole organic milk thing. Maybe it was a cold I caught from Petra. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the crib. I just wasn't me today. And I clung to Mommy as much as I can.

She actually dug that. I'm not much of a clinger.

I thought that was how my day would end, but then...voila! Auntie Pua showed up. I hadn't seen her in awhile, and she came to play. We got on the floor and she chased me. And then I tackled her. And then she read a book to me.

And then, when I was eating, I also decided to sing at the same time. And as you all know, I've got opera chops. And what did she do? Try to throw green peas into my open mouth. But she missed, over and over again. She hit my forehead and my cheek and one flew past me and hit the wall.

Ummm...what was I saying about having a bad day?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

A New Trick

I wasn't really feeling it today. I woke up coughing and just felt blah throughout. I might have had a little fever. Who knows. I just wasn't really into playing much.

However, Mommy laid down on the glider and I made my way over to her. I latched myself onto her bare feet and was about to extend my arms to her in an effort to be held, but something funny happened: she jumped back and giggled. So I put my hands back on her feet, and she giggled again. Then I slightly ran my hand down her foot, and she laughed out loud.

Holy poopies! Mommy is ticklish on her feet.

This is something that definitely needs to go into my memory bank as a Weapon of Mom Diversion.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009


I'm a lucky kid. I got to spend another day with my cousin Petra today, and this time, Mommy was extra lucky to be overwhelmed by our double-team of cuteness.

She watched us play with some toys. She watched us sing in unison. She saw Petra yell "Wy Wy!" and then she watched me respond by clapping. Then, before she dropped Petra off with Auntie Nessa, she had to put her car seat into the backseat. So as we drove off, she got to peek in the rearview mirror and see Petra and I hold hands. Then she got to see me flap my arms when my favorite song came on, and then she saw Petra imitate me. And then, when we arrived, she got to see Petra fall asleep, and she got to watch me watch her.

Mommy did a lot of watching, but then again, we put on a show.

And now I can't wait for the encore.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

How Old is Wyatt?

How Old is Wyatt?

I will be one years old.

I know that.

And when you ask me that question over and over again, I'll eventually point one finger. But that's not because I know that one finger equals one year old. It's because I like pointing at the person who can't stop themselves from repeating the same question.

Monday, September 28, 2009

They Return

Mommy and I picked up Daddy at work, and immediately we drove up north. I had no idea where we were going until we drove into Gram and Grampa's house. But unlike the last time we were there, I noticed that their camper was parked outside. And then, all of a sudden, there they were. I couldn't believe they were back! I was so happy!

Welcome back, Gram and Grampa. We have a lot to catch up on.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sailor Wyatt

This morning, Mommy and I met up with Uncle Shannon, Auntie Nessa and Petra right by their boat in Tiburon. This was my first trip on the water, so Mommy put a blue lifejacket on me. I actually didn't mind it at all.

When we took off, I was somewhat skeptical. But I saw how brave Petra was, and before you knew it, I was loving it. I liked the wind blowing in my face and the water splashing on the boat. Petra was laughing and so was I. Even though we hadn't seen each other in awhile, we picked up right where we left off. Awesome.

We docked at Angel Island and played a little on the beach. I was playing with sea shells and with my shovel and pail. And then Uncle Shannon thought it would be funny if he buried me in the sand up to my armpits. And you know what? He was right. It was funny. I loved it.

I then slept in the bottom room while we sailed back to Tiburon. That is, until Petra woke me up. But that's okay. I didn't want this to end, but even as we approached the shore, there was nobody else I'd rather spend that time with.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Farmer's Market

Daddy took me to the farmer's market today in Noe Valley. He bought some grapes and some cantaloupe and some zucchini. There were kids everywhere enjoying the beautiful day and fresh produce.

There was also a musical area where a pink haired woman was playing an accordion. A bunch of kids older than me were sitting around her, watching her. And so did I. Except when she started singing a Cyndi Lauper song, I got up on my feet and started dancing.

Those are my true colors shining through.

Friday, September 25, 2009


Christina came back today, and she took me to a new playground we just discovered in the Castro district. It's got an outside play area and also an inside area with a bunch of cool toys and activities. This rocked. Of course, again, I was showing off for her. I hope she noticed. I wasn't doing this for my health.

Although I do think my flexing might have gone a little overboard.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


So although I dig the new milk, I don't think the new milk is digging me. I've been pushing and pushing, but I just can't poopie. It sucks. My face gets all read, and I grunt, and I hold on for dear life to Mommy or Daddy's fingers but nothing happens.

And when it does finally happen, it's big and hard and almost impossible to have come out of someone as small as me.

And then, some time later, we go through this process again.

So let this be the first (and probably not the last) time I say this: I swear to God, I promise, help me get through this and I will never drink again.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Who's Watching Who?

With Gram and Grampa still gone, I need to be babysat while Mommy and Daddy were at work. So Christina came over. And I was a perfect angel, but to a point. I mean, of course I'm playing hard to get. That's the first rule of flirting.

Still, the charm school was in session, and I was giving a master class.

What, you expected me to do nothing?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Playing the Skins

Mommy came home from Costco with a new toy: a drum set. It's got one big drum and four different sticks and bells that wrap around my arms and something you rattle.

Of course, she couldn't put it down quick enough before I was banging it as hard as I could. I even sang along with it. It was music only to my ears. I'm no pro, but I can get used to this. I can see why people do this.

Even you, Ringo.

Monday, September 21, 2009


We'd been making the transition slowly, but today was the first day I switched fully from formula to organic whole milk. I feel like a grown up. Having your daily dose of food be a mixture of water and some mixture isn't quite as cool as taking out a glass jug and pouring milk into my bottle.

As for the taste, well, it's much richer and fuller. It's not as watery, and it's got a very specific smell. It doesn't taste like Mommy's boobies either. It's just different, but I've quickly gotten used to it.

Now when can we pour chocolate into this?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Olive's Birthday

We went to Olive's birthday party. She just turned one years old, but she's like half my size. I think that's because I'm of a freakish size, so I like to think of myself as her protector.

I played around on their grass and did nice to all the dogs that were there and made a mad dash to all the food that was lying around and I played with all new toys and I crawled and I laughed and I poured on the charm.

And when everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to Olive, I tried to sing along, but that's too many syllables to string together. But I clapped. Loudly. And put my hands in the air like I just don't care, but I did.

Happy Birthday, Olive.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

First Steps

We had a nice day today. Mommy and Daddy and I went to Gram and Grampa's house (even though they're still gone), and they invited Auntie Pua and Jackie and Jackie's mommy and Mommy's friend Mike. They just cooked some food and watch Jackie and I play around. She's just a couple of months older than me, so we can relate. She's so cute.

And she's a walker.

Okay, I've been practicing, but I really haven't had anyone to measure myself against. But here's Jackie going here and there without holding onto anything.

How about me?

All eyes on me!

So I did something that I was planning on doing: putting one foot after the other and walking from place to the next. Okay, I thought I was holding onto Mommy's skirt, but instead I was just holding onto a shirt, and I didn't realize I was walking on my own, but still, there I was and there I went.

And everyone clapped.

I was getting about 4 or 5 steps together, which seemed like enough.

But then Daddy had a stroke of genius and opened up his laptop and walked away from me. Now usually chasing the laptop would be enough for me. But on the screen was a giant picture of Megan Fox.

About twenty steps later, I had my woman.

And a standing ovation.

If they only knew I could have done that anytime.

Friday, September 18, 2009

With the Ladies

I spent a day today with a whole bunch of lovely ladies - Reese, Olive, their mommies and my Mommy. I was the only guy.

If that's the way my life is gonna play out, sign me up.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Mommy's Birthday

Happy Birthday, Mommy. Although I got you a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses, I want you to know that they're just a small representation of what you mean to me. I don't have a job, so those flowers were the best I can do. I hope you like them.

You're the best.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


There's benefits to learning how to walk. I like being that high up because I can see where I want to go a lot clearer. And although I get around quickly on all fours, I think walking on two legs will pay off someday. After all, I see how quickly Mommy and Daddy get around.

But there's a downfall. And by downfall, I mean falling.

Today I hit my head when I fell down. It hurt. I cried. I had a nice bump. It temporarily sullied my masculine good looks. But it did make me look meaner. And I got through it like any tough guy.

But that's okay. It's no big deal. I think it comes with the elevated territory. And if that's the price to pay for being a big boy, then bring it on.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Do Nice

Daddy bought me a book that has doggies and kitties in it. But each doggie and kittie has a spot on them where I can touch their hair. So we've been practicing how to pet them and how to do nice.

No matter how much I want to grab their tails.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Playing with Penguin

When we were in Monterey, Granpda saw how much I loved the penguins, so he bought me a toy one. It's fuzzy and cuddly and cute. It has a pink beak for some reason, but I'm cool with that. And everytime I see it, I think about the great times I have watching the penguins in the aquariums I visit.

I guess what I'm saying is that it's quickly become my best friend. And I can't help myself but to lean to it and kiss it on its head.

Thank you, Grandpa.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Eli Jersey

Today Daddy and I commemorated the opening of the football season by both wearing our Giants jersies. Daddy wore his old school Strahan and I put on my brand new Eli. So we were Big Blue on both sides of the ball.

It was kinda cool, especially when my favorite team won.

And now I know what my Sunday bests will look like for the rest of my life.


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Mommy's Return

I missed Mommy. It's only been two days, but I really realized how important she is to me. Not that Daddy didn't do a good job, he did, but it's not the same.

So when she came home, I mustered up the biggest smile I could possibly stretch.

But that wasn't a good representation of how I felt.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Daddy Day

With Mommy out on a girl's weekend, Daddy took the day off so we can spend some quality time together. He had it all planned out.

First, we went for a walk up 24th Street in Noe Valley. It was just a nice leisurely walk, and we checked out different hot mamas that passed us by. Okay, Daddy pretended not to look but that doesn't mean I had to be discreet. In fact, there was no debate. I am a single guy. That's how I do.

Then we went to the Discovery Museum in Sausalito. Now that was fun. We played in the sand and the gravel pit and then we took off our shoes and went into the kiddie play area. There was a crazy kid running around, but I stood clear. And there were places for me and Daddy to crawl and hang from and jump around.

Then I slept for about two hours.

Thanks, Daddy.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Mommy's Turn

Daddy and I dropped Mommy off at our friend Tanner's house. She was going on a trip to Napa with her friends from the Moms group. So all my friends - Tanner, Reese and Olive - were gonna be left at home with their Daddies.

I put up a big fuss when I saw her go. No offense, Daddy, but I love my Mommy. She's so good to me. And we have such a good time together. And it's not the same without her.

I know this for a fact. Mommy would never watch a show about football.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Bye Grandpa

Today, Mommy and I dropped Grandpa off at the airport. But I don't think he understood the point of it. When we drove away, I saw Grandpa still standing there, waving at us.

Grandpa, I'm not sure if you know the rules, but you need to go inside the airport in order to board the plane. They also need to pat you down sometimes.

That's how it works.

I thought everyone knew this.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

The Bench

Grandpa took me to Grandma's bench so we can spend some time with her. We sat there and fed the duckies. And we looked out into the lake. And Grandpa told me amazing stories about her. I barely knew her, but I really miss her.

But I'll never forget her.

Keep the stories coming.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Surrey Ride

I took my first bike ride today. Well, sorta. Mommy, Daddy and Grandpa rented a surrey, which is a huge bike that four people can pedal. And while they worked their tails off, I sat in a basket in the front with a helmet on and wind in my face, giggling the entire way down the beachfront drive.

My Gram likes to ride her bike, and she can't wait until I ride alongside her. I'm not there yet, Gram, but this was a good first step. Or pedal.

What I'm really saying is that Lance Armstrong better check himself.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

The Secret Lives of Seahorses

Today we walked to the famous Monterey Bay Aquarium and saw a bunch of cool things. For example, we saw my friends the penguins being fed. There was a play area that allowed me to run around with other kids. I got wet playing in this little puddle. I saw schools of fish swim right past me.

And we got to learn about seahorses. They're cool looking fish that look like unicorns or something. And check this out: the Daddy is the one that gets pregnant. And Mommies like it when the Daddies have a beer belly. How cool is that?

For a couple of seconds, I thought about how cool it would be to be a seahorse. But truth be told, I'd want to be a penguin. Walk around funny. Play with kids. And be hand fed fish. Not so bad, huh?

But then again, if I can get the sound of a seal down, then look out. All bets are off.