dylan has matured in the past two and a half months....has it already been two and a half months?
he's growing, playing, and trying to talk, babble, gurgle and coo, and he's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen in my life. he makes me happy, he makes john happy.
most days see dylan and i waking up, he starts to talk, laugh, and bask in the morning sun, coming in from the east in our bedroom. he sleeps between me and john, and he's totally happy, alert and awake, ready for a new day! we bathe, change diapers, put on one of his outfits from his myriad of clothes, most of which he's outgrown already, and he sits in his little chair while i read the paper, drink some coffee and eat some breakfast. then he nurses again, mid-morning, and i wonder, 'where did you come from, little bub?'.
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