dylan: girls on film!

just like marcello mastroianni in 8 1/2, the film by federico fellini, dylan revisits his relationships with his bevy of gal pals, ladies and aunties in his life. here he's confronted by his cool but not cold, sophisticated yet down to earth baby friend, margot. 'it's like we're looking in the mirror........' they'd say, if they could talk.






dylan and tika display a little 'splendor in the grass'. quelle charmant! tika, fresh from her travels abroad and after a stint in paris, visits dylan in the south bay. 'it's not the french riviera,' says tika, 'but it will do. for now.'



dylan takes a 'breathless' jean paul belmondo/jean seberg turn, at his favorite haunt in manhattan beach, la creperie. michelle is his favorite fan and favorite waitress there, he goes every chance he gets. he always orders the nutella crepe and big hugs and kisses. aren't they cute together?




like water for chocolate. dylan also has to be in the know, at the latest hot spots. at ortega 120, in south redondo beach, he cavorts with evan, may and zoe, visiting from san francisco.




bottom photo: dylan's favorite 'sex and the city' star! spotted together at ina and allan's get together, dylan professes sweet love for his favorite auntie, vivian. watch for her in the new upcoming jim carrey flick.

soph, dyl and me

soph, dyl and me
Originally uploaded by deniro and mango

august was for days in the park, with dylan and dogs in tow. more pics here.

Manhattan Beach: Finger Sucking Again

Manhattan Beach
Originally uploaded by chiffonade

spotted finger sucking is dylan, yet again, taking advantage of people's free digits. thanks, people, for making yourselves available for dylan at this teething stage. ouch.

Don Juan woos Emily

Don Juan woos Emily
Originally uploaded by TypeFiend

dylan seems to have a curious habit as of late, um, sucking on people's fingers. here he is, sucking on emily's digits at delicieuse cafe in redondo beach this past weekend.

i can has poo! dylan walks!

news flash: dylan can now take steps with his lion push-toy. seen here, seven months!

if you've noticed that dylan's blog veers toward poo now and again, well you're spot on! so here's another story devoted to the topic. last night, we had dinner with dave, a friend of john's, at our favorite lebanese cafe in long beach, sunnin. john starts to tell dave the story of when, one morning, dylan poos all over john's shirt sleeves. i had asked john to take dylan to the toilet. dylan poos, john brings him back to bed, and john finishes getting dressed when he notices poo on the cuffs on his freshly laundered, ironed dress shirt. so then he starts to take off his shirt, and grabs another from the closet all while muttering, 'i'm late, i'm late, god dammit!' and i'm laughing, hee hee hee while snuggling with dylan in bed.

so then dave, who's got two kids of his own, says, well my good friend i've got a story for you! when his little boy ben was two, dave and his wife were in the checkout line at the supermarket. it was crowded, and there was a long line of people waiting. so the cashier's scanning each item, and they're trying to get all the groceries out of the cart, when all of a sudden, ben, dave's son, reaches into the back of his diaper, grabs a hunk of poo and slams it onto the scanner glass! talk about slam dunk.

and i'm not done, says dave. not to be outdone, his daughter also had a mishap. they're at a resort on vacation somewhere, and dave is in charge of babysitting his daughter, then five years old, in the pool. she's splashing about in the kiddie pool and there are a ton of other mothers and their kids and babies, all wading and playing, while cool man dave is at the bar, keeping an eye on his girl from afar and trying to get his pina coladas at the same time.

she starts screaming from across the pool to the bar area:

'DAD, POO'S COMING, POO'S COMING!'

everyone in the pool starts to panic, and clamor out of the pool. dave tells her, 'honey, hold on, i'm coming...' that he'll be right there, just wait! but no, she can't wait, as soon as dave gets his drinks and gets to his daughter, there is only his daughter in the pool, everyone else has exited.

she says, 'poo's here.'

moral to the story: dads, forgo the bar, when you've got a baby with a full load. and tell your baby that you're in the '10 items or less' line.