Chillin'

Wyatt is in his leisure suit today - a nice tan and brown velour material that has some baby-blue accents throughout. He is straight up chillin' anytime he wears the velour suit. Now all we need is nice bit of bling-bling for his fingers and neck.

As Anna was feeding Wyatt yesterday morning, three cop cars pulled up to a house two doors down from us. The cops arrived rather casually, so it didn't seem like an emergency. But a few minutes later the cops came out of the house with a man in handcuffs. They proceeded to place the man in the back of one of the cop cars and drove off.

It has been unusually warm here the last three days. Our yard, which was dying a slow winters death has come back to life in various places - including a small flower garden that we reduced to bare soil on Thanksgiving weekend. Now there are little green shoots and leaves poking through the soil, helped along a great deal by the early morning sun that falls upon the back of our house.

For some mild exercise lately, I've been going out into this backyard and playing quarterback challenge. Quarterback challenge means I'm setting up two targets - a big green plastic bin for storage and one of the moving boxes that hauled our stuff from Pasadena to the Midwest - and than trying to hit them as though I were in the super bowl. It's ridiculous, but it's either that or go jogging; I have trouble with the monotony of jogging.

Anna's giving Wyatt some food right now - some pear and carrot juice. I'm afraid the carrot juice has stained his velour suit. What a shame. But Wyatt doesn't seem to care ... and that's how a little man in a leisure suit should be: chillin' and out-of-control.

Wes