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There is no proper set-up for these pictures. They are just really cute pictures of Wyatt.

Updated at last!

Welcome to this week's edition of Adam's Guide to Post-Modern Parenting. Figure 1 illustrates that multitasking is at the heart of any foray into the realm of child-rearing. Note that the child takes priority, being gently placed on a pink velvet goose-down pillow, and a small 4 square-foot blanket that probably cost more than any blanket Dad owns. The Window-on-the-World (laptop) is artfully balanced on the knees, coffee in delightfully tacky "Clyde Drexler" mug in hand, and not pictured, the Blazers on the TV. This way, dutiful Father can keep up those things most important, while not disregarding Junior's need for a warm soft place to curl up.

Here is the first "Where's Wyatt" game. It's a lot like "Where's Waldo", except easier, and without the deranged psychopath in the red-and-white striped shirt running loose. This is Wyatt in the brilliant "MobyWrap". It is a wonderful product, and compared to other baby-transportation a downright bargain, however, I must salute whoever figured out how to charge parents a minimum of $40 for 3 yards of stretchy cotton jersey.

This is how the big W sleeps. Always. I think he's showing off the "guns".

People who haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting the whirling dervish in person often ask how big he is. Here is your answer, Wyatt is almost exactly 1/3 of a Kristi tall. He also has a very flamboyant taste in socks.

Happy Holidays from Kristi, Adam, and Wyatt. After doing our best to have a somewhat "downscaled" holiday, friends and family were still sooo generous to our little man. I'm fairly certain he now has more clothes than his mom or dad, which is really saying something. Thank you to everyone! Wishing you all the best in the New Year!


I'm a little concerned. The young nipper seems to be flashing what appears to be gang signs. I don't know why, but he reminds me of the guy from the Paranoid Android video in this picture. Thanks for the suit Andi! Also, note that this kid is about a month away from palming a basketball.


Most of the autocrats in the baby-care-ocracy will have you believe that two-weeks old is too young to start "teaching", but I think it's never too early to instill a healthy fear and respect of monkeys. As a parent, I think it is the least we can do.


Finally, I was officially inducted into fatherhood this morning. The uninitiated would assume this happened on the evening of December 19th when Little W was born. Nay nay, say I. This morning, during Wyatt's first professional photoshoot, the youngest Wilson had to be shot sans-diaper in my loving arms. First, he chose to baptize me the way only a newborn can. Just when I had recovered from being micturated upon, he got REAL comfortable on my hands and lap and "unleashed hell" not once, not twice, but thrice. Like true modeling professionals, neither father nor son flinched and the session proceeded after a quick change, but like my kindergarten teacher always reminded us: "The dynamic between two people will never be the same once one person poos on the other." Words to live by. For the record, I am looking forward to hitting up a respectable restaurant in the near future but I assure you of one thing, it will not be Indian food.

-AW