Thursday, November 06, 2008

I'm One Month Old

Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday dear Wyatt
Happy birthday to me.


And to think, until today, I thought that song was only something Mommy and Daddy would sing to me just to calm me down.

Talking about birthdays, yesterday Mommy took me to Fort Mason to her first Mommies group meeting. There were four other mothers there with their children, who were all born within a week or two of me.

Here's the thing: I was the only boy there. Five mommies, four daughters, one son. That's nine chicks to one chick magnet.

When we all decided to change locations, I had a revelation. It was as if Daddy summoned me from his office to take advantage of this situation. So I began crying my lungs out, and Mommy had to keep the crowd from leaving so she could feed me. It took about a half hour. I'm not sure if anyone had somewhere else to go, but tough cookies. I wasn't ready to leave.

So, let me set the scene for you: there were nine women there, waiting patiently, for me, the only man present, to finish what he's doing.

As Daddy told me afterwards, I've got the rest of my life to deal with the reverse.

Good job, son.

1 comment:

sing~A~ling said...

hey Wyatt! It's cousin Marisa! I can't believe how great of a writer you are! I guess it runs in the family!

love you and say hi to mommy and daddy.

<3 Marisa