the nerve of this guy

wyatt turned seven months old a few days ago. 

and he has really got some nerve...getting all big and cute and snuggly like this.

doesn't he realize i have so many other things to do besides stare at his precious face and constantly clean the stank from between his neck rolls?

he obviously has no regard for his mother's feelings or the health of her lower back when he weighs in at twenty-four pounds at seven months old.

thanks for showing a little empathy, wyatt. 

i know, i know. you don't mean to grow so big. 

you can't help it if your father is a six-foot-four, pure-bred sasquatch.

it also helps a lot that you're cute.

i'll do pretty much anything for a cute baby. 

especially one of mine.

and you've got a serious belly laugh, often topped off with a hefty snort. 

that combination can immediately brighten anyone's day.

such a good sleeper, too.

mommy slept for fourteen hours the other night and, guess what? 

so did you.

at least, i think you did. i really have no idea.

have i mentioned how awesome your daddy is?

yeah, daddy's a pretty cool dude. 

and you should know that he is madly in love with you, mister wyatt.

as am i.

just promise me you won't grow up when i'm not looking.

i really don't want to miss a moment of it.

but i won't hold you to it, wyatt. 

i turned my back on you for a moment during breakfast, only to look back and find this mess.

 those were some pretty impressive mess-making moves, buddy. but what can i expect when you come from a house full of ninjas.