Last Sunday was Wyatt's 5 month birthday, and we celebrated with strained squash. No cake yet for the little guy, which is truly unfortunate for him....as he didn't seem real keen on the squash. This week he is on to carrots...and I still think he is holding out for the cheeseburgers before he shows signs of delight. Mostly he is trudging through rice cereal and orange paste, waiting on the delicious and refreshing bottle that quickly follows.

I weighed him on Friday over at my grandparents house. He seems like a ton, but he has only gained 2 lbs since his last doctor visit last month. Today he practiced sitting up...and we've been watching with anticipation for "the force to be with him" as he aspires to move in the general direction of his toys. As for now, he can spin, roll over and when he tries really hard...move backwards, and usually backs himself under furniture. He pretty much thinks its old hat picking up his pacifier and moving it to his mouth these days. Now we just wish he could find it when he wakes up at night in his crib. Last few days have been hard ones. We don't know what is going on with him....but he is waking up more now than ever it seems. I'm so tired, I'll make a mistake once and while trying to undo it, do it again.


One last note those of you who know David will appreciate...Wyatt experienced his first football game this weekend. Mostly the experience was in trying to understand why Daddy was SCREAMING all of a sudden!! The Aggies beat some other team in triple overtime. I tried to tell him it was alright, and that "yes indeed your father is crazy." He'll soon think its normal I'm sure, but this weekend his eyes were wide with concern.

Cowboys are playing now, and while it is reasonably quiet up here...I am going to take advantage of an early night of rest. Night night termites!

P.S. Happy first Grandparents Day to all six of Wyatt's first time grandparents, and to Mema & Pops, his first time great grandparents! Cici says everyday is a celebration with him. I agree!