Happy Thanksgiving

So Wyatt celebrated his first Thanksgiving with his friend, Pierce, who is 5 weeks older than him. Wyatt and I enjoyed the holiday at the house of Pierce's mom and dad and it was great to be able to have some turkey while being down here in Santiago. At the end of it all, the tryptophan kicked in and Wyatt was out!

It's a hard life...

Matt and I thought we'd take a walk around the neighborhood with Wyatt the other day..and since we live in the foothills of the Andes..it's not really a leisure walk on flat terrain. So...we thought we'd take Wyatt in the carrier so we wouldn't have to push the stroller around on the steep hills. Much to Wyatt's chagrin, we had to load him up on baby sunscreen and mandatory sun hat. (It's late spring here...It's still hard to get used to. Christmases here consist of barbecues and laying out by the pool. )












Of course, the trip wasn't exciting enough for our little guy and either he's praying that he can get another set of parents that actually know what they are doing..or our plan really worked and the walk tired him out.























Wyatt sure does love taking a nap on his dad. We just went to have Wyatt's picture taken for his US passport and all of the posing for the camera sure is tiring for an 8 week old!

Bath anyone??

I thought that Wyatt enjoyed his baths, but looking back at the pics..all I see is a look of utter annoyance. Maybe it's the fact that his dad and I are laughing hysterically at his bare butt or making his hair into funny styles with the shampoo. All I know is that when I told Wyatt that bathtime was almost here...I received the following disgruntled look.







Once in the tub, the tension is mounting. It's a nail (or finger) biter. Will mom and dad start messing with me and make me look like a fool for the camera? Maybe this time they will act their age.

















At what age will they stop doing things like this to me? You think that they'd treat me like the mature 6 week old that I've become. I realize that sometimes I pee on walls and drool on pretty much everything..but those things build character, right?


















No...we weren't going for the Bride of Frankenstein look. This is Wyatt au naturel...uncombed and out of control. Eat your heart out, baby ladies.