Wyatt & Cyrus

Catching some Z’s.

Being the most sought after baby in the world isn’t easy.  I really don’t need to sleep, you understand.  I just pretend to sleep so my worshipers can adore me in all facets of mortal life.

The CEO is in.

You can’t see it in this picture, but there are adoring throngs at my booted footsies.  I had them cropped out because I know you all come here to just see me.  The fact that the world worships me is a given fact that needs no proof.

Hey babes! This is your dream lover Cyrus.  Dig my stylin’ love mat!

My brother Wyatt thinks he is the best at everything.  He is wrong, of course.  Best at everything is what I do best.  Personally, I think that old age messes with his brain.  After all, he is like 1 minute older than me.  I am surprised he hasn’t started getting retirement checks yet.

Actually, we kid around a lot, but we get along great.  He doesn’t even mind when I bite him on his butt.  And I don’t put up too much of a fuss when he is being held and I am not.

Welcome to our blog.

Since I have been on this planet for over 8 months now, you probably know that my name is Wyatt.  My publisher, fans and media have been pressuring me and my brother to make a blog (how very 2006) so here it is.

I am the oldest of us.  And the smartest.  And the best looking.  Even though my brother Cyrus will try to lay claim to the smartest and best looking titles, we really know the truth, don’t we?

So far my development is pretty far ahead of the curve.  Already mastered the crawling and wheelie-chairy-thing and I am able to sit on my own as well.  I can almost stand with minimal support, but not just yet.  At this rate, I figure I will be asking dad for the car keys by the end of the year.

Anyway, welcome to my crib.  Pardon the humor.  (It’s a new joke to me at least.)