Our week away from L.A. was good but, as with most things attempted with babies, not entirely relaxing. Wyatt’s teething really ramped up and reached a crescendo Friday night. My wife and I did our best to calm him to no avail. He basically cried inconsolably until 4:30 am on Saturday. His brother Boone slept soundly through the whole affair. The little fucker.

We reached two milestones on the trip. First, Boone realized when he’s on his belly, he needs only to push with his arms and legs to raise himself up into a crawling position. As of yet, there is no actual crawling because he’s still getting over the sheer absurdity of the fact that he can hoist himself up on all fours. The first time he did it, he froze and looked at me like, “Holy living fuck! Pop, look at this! Did you know you could do this? This is a goddamn game-changer, old man!”

The other milestone is that we have transitioned to actual solid food. They’ve had Cheerios and little bits of things here and there, but last weeks, they went entire days eating nothing but little bits of chicken, beans, avocado, cheese… basically, we fed them a Burrito Supreme one ingredient at a time.

Experts say the best way to raise non-finicky babies is to let them eat what you’re eating when you’re eating it. So, we nibbled on chicken while also giving it to the boys. Same with the beans and cheese, etc. We did that as often as possible, which is why on Saturday after our sleepless night, the boys dined on a 2006 Tolosa Genache Noir and a heap of sweet, sweet Columbian blow.