Dear Aunt Cindi,

Thank you so much for visiting us. I had bunches of fun getting to know you. I can't wait for our next adventure!

Love,

Dillon

As you should, Babybear.

Dillon's Great Aunt Cindi came to visit. She is either a good luck charm, or tiresome, because Dillon slept for ELEVEN hours straight last night!! That's my boy. When he woke, he was STARVING. He was so hungry he couldn't remember how to eat. It was a problem. We figured it out.

dillon HEARTS drugs

Dillon had his two month Dr visit today. He is 11 weeks old and hearty, healthy 17lb 14oz. He is over 90th percentile for length, weight, and head circumference. The other day, a friend said, "Your baby's looking prosperous." Indeed.

Sadly, Dillon had to get shots today. He's been a remarkable sport about the whole thing. But, he is in pain. I gave him a 2-year-old's dose of infant Tylenol (as prescribed by his Dr), but he is still a little cranky. He keeps pouting his lower lip and whimpering in his sleep. Then he wakes up a little, grins dopily, realizes he hurts, and whimpers a little more before falling back to sleep. Poor bear.

Reindeer

Dillon's Nonna and Poppa blew into town with this Reindeer for Dillon to babysit over the holidays. They've been bonding.


In fact, Dillon's become rather protective of the thing.

Search and Find

Where's Waldo?


Where's Dillon?

Dear Aunt Laurel,

Thanks for the Bumbo!


Nevermind.


Love,
Dillon

Ode to a Salad

Dear Salad,

I love you
I made you
You are beautiful
You are delicious

I can't eat you
You give my baby gas
You taunt me
I hate you

Careen

On a more cheerful, but still food related note, I had an awesome grocery trip today. Pictured below is $100 (really more, since it was all on sale) worth of groceries. I spent $19.42, including tax, and I left with $13.50 in Shop N Save dollars to use next time, and a buy one get one formula coupon. If you look closely, I got a can of formula, a lifetime supply of Cheerios, and four boxes of Gushers, for which I have an unnatural affinity.

Marc Weissbluth, M.D.

I am reading Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child, by Dr. Weissbluth. So far I am enjoying it very much and appreciate a lot of the author's ideas. But mostly I appreciate his no-nonsense way with words:

"Later, I will explain how these fatigued, fussy brats are also more likely to become fat kids." (Weissbluth, 25)

Time for an intervention?

Dillon has been hitting the bottle pretty hard lately. I found him like this earlier today.


Passed out on the floor, milk drunk in the middle of the afternoon.

(...another post brought to you by Mark)

Dillon...

...is fat.



...is tired.



...does not like vanilla wafers.



p.s. This post is by Mark. Therefore, I am not to blame for more cell phone pictures.

Some updates

I've been really bad about keeping my camera with me. That's why every picture in this post was taken on my phone. I need to work on that.

Here we have Dillon pictured with his buddy Brigham. We went to Lake St. Louis to visit a friend. Dillon impressed my friends with his insanely impressive toots...my little motor boat.

Here's what happened the first time I tried to take a picture of Dillon's smile.

Dillon and I went to Ohio for my dad, his Poppa's, birthday. My sister and his cousins came as well. My parents had all of their grandkids under the same roof for the first time since Dillon came along. Here we have some pictures of Dillon enjoying his second flight ever. We had a lay-over and the second flight was a little less crowded and stressful than the first (so I was able to take pictures.) He loved it...there was room to lie down...

...literature in the seat back pocket...

...an in flight beverage...

...and a great view. So, we had a wing seat...but it was kind of cool that our airplane looked like Shamu.

Dillon enjoyed our visit. He had some very nice naps...



...made some new friends...


...and was mildly brainwashed by his Nonna. I only made him wear the body sweat shirt long enough to wish her a happy game day.






This was kind of exciting, but it only happened once. Here's hoping it happens again soon.











Wednesday night, Dillon stopped breathing. Mark was at bishopric meeting and I was making his bottle. He'd been screaming (for his bottle) and stopped. I thought he was just pausing (as babies do). But 30-45 seconds later I realized he hadn't started back up again. Once he gets going, it's not like my son to stop screaming until he is swallowing something. I went in to check on him and he was candy apple red, slack jawed, eyes closed, and not breathing. I was able to get him breathing again, but the whole ordeal was pretty stressful for him. He ate 1/3 oz and fell asleep. This is the same kid that ate 9 oz the other night, and then woke up famished 2 hours later. I took him to the pediatrician Thursday, and she sent us to the hospital for an echo- and an electrocardiogram. She wanted to make sure his heart is ok since he has a family history of infant death. The results came back Friday and he is just fine. We just have to watch him when he is really full and/or screaming since this was probably just a bad reflux episode.

Until next time...