Dylan + 6 months

Dylan's mom here. Our little boy has hit the six month mark. A lot of things going on. Solids have entered the picture: squash, carrots, bananas, peach, baby cereals, sweet potatoes, and peas. Oh my! He's starting to cry in the morning when I leave for work (bad) and is a lot clearer about whether he's bored versus hungry (good). His babbling now has a lot more variety including an ongoing monologue that our friends The Flanagans likened to a redneck auctioneer. (Note to self: record, post as mp3)

As for motion, Dylan does this move now where he goes into a little frog pose and then pumps his arms like he's about to jump onto a lily pad. He doesn't jump though. He stays put or rolls backward. The latter is done with terrifying efficiency. He usually winds up under the furniture or in the bathroom in record time much to our chagrin.

Dylan, halfway under the tv cabinet
Here's another lovely photo from Auntie Mane, the New York branch of the Josephs out on 5th Avenue, Brooklyn, enjoying the last day of Winter.

Photo-Photo-Photographs

The Dylanator is now 5 months old, bigger than ever, with more attitude than ever.

Hipster Dylie:





Sleepy Dylie:

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!

Dylan Turkey

Dylan looks plump like a turkey, but we decided not to eat him for Thanksgiving this year.



Dylan loves his animal mobile...




"Hello?"

Dylan's First Halloween

For Halloween, we put Dylan in his bearsuit and wheeled him to the parade in Park Slope. He was hibernating most of the time, but everyone still thought he was cute.



We also took him to the Botanical Gardens in his outfit: