What You Looking at, Willis!

Back away from the dog, please.  Actually, no please.  Just back the f off.

French-Kissing

Me love you long time, Landon.

Ooh la la.

Wyatt's Destiny

When Wyatt was born, so many expectations were put upon the Little Emperor.  Even though no one says anything, you know and I know that there's at least one person in the family (and his father) that expects young Wyatt to go to some Ivy League school (named Princeton), make a vast fortune (in investment banking), and travel the world (to China).  At the same time, others (like his mother) want more simple things -- for Wyatt to be happy (he should be over 5'7"), healthy (never worry about his weight), and compassionate (in other words, a Democrat).  

But alas, I think some people forgot that Wyatt might forge his own destiny and simply do what he wants to do.  And what is that, you ask, folks?

Move over Ian Anderson!  Wyatt To is here!

Playing the rock flute!!!  (FYI, he's also quite good at the cow bell.)

Blogger Diarrhea

I've been noticeably (?) absent.  And so I'm just going to let it all spew forth in a single blog entry, in the event you don't hear from me as often as you like (daily, right?).  Things have been relatively static.

Christmas came and went and I was actually included...

In a variety of ways.

Do you see Wyatt's face, as if he's saying "What the f is that?!"

Wyatt is up to his same old tricks.

This is advanced placement nose-picking folks -- not for the amateurs!

Landon has decided that I'm his new best friend. .

You may touch me, but you may not eat me, kid.

And I am still starving.

Stop with the face, and just give me the treat in your hand.