Dylan and the Deep Blue Eyes

Dylan is attempting to speak in sentences. He is aware that his mother and father seem to rattle on forever so rather than sticking to his patented mini coos, he's going for longer "ahohaaooohaaaaaaooooooooooooooo" (seriously, it's about a minute of ooo's) type phrases. Usually, these are punctuated by a yawn. Which means that Dylan's first pseudo sentence is either, "I'm tired" or "I'm bored" or "I'm tired AND bored." Baby ennui. Awesome.

Little D's abuelita loves to mess with her only daughter. Her latest thing is to declare that Dylan has "deep blue eyes" with a sly, sidelong glance while I mutter under my breath about eye color being undecided and that we'll see what they look like in 6 months. Or a year.

Not for nothing, but it seems a bit unfair to have to wait and see what color your child's eyes will be. NO FUN.

Yesterday, my cousin Mane (also Dylan's godmother) came by with her daughter Adriana. Mane declared Little D's eyes gray and sent me photos this morning as proof.

Dylan has no comment.

Gray steel?

Please note the co-existence of Elmo and Murakami in the last photo.

I still say hazel or light brown. We shall see...

Dylan's 1st Christmas

Mama's little reindeer...



Dylan in Red...



...and green

I, Pudgy

Dylan's mom here. I didn't really think our baby was too big until I saw some pre-Turkey day photos. Look at 'em cheeks! And fauxhawk!

Yesterday I accidentally took him to a November mom's group (don't ask) and he looked at all the babies with eyes full of hungry curiosity. Or was it just plain hunger? Hard to tell. He was about three times their size. The new mothers looked terrified.

Our pediatrician thought we might be over-stuffing him so we've been trying to supplement him less and get more naps going. Don't want him to take after his insomniac mother. So far the Dylan diet is going pretty well, he doesn't seem too angry about it and it's definitely helping his GERD.

What you lookin' at?


Oh, gorgeous me of course!