Dylan 1.5

We were really hoping for a full new release, but guess this will have to do for now. Someone finally figured out that zantac wasn't doing the trick for my poor little esophagus. I have a new medicine and have been switched to hypoallergenic formula (which seriously smells like vomit). Now I don't cry or barf nearly as much. That's a good thing because my mom can barely stomach the smell of my bottle feedings. If I started barfing up food that smelled that bad going down.. it wouldn't be good. Oh, and the rash I had all over my cheeks has disappeared. I'm very sensitive!

Unfortunately for my mom and dad, I'm squawking "rise-and-shine!!!" before 6 am. It's very uncivilized. But I can't help it. I'm wide awake, hungry, and ready to play. Well maybe not hungry. But I do want to eat.

Can you say AMEN?!

I slept through the night on Monday. It can be done! But first someone has to try to figure out how to keep me strapped into my miracle blanket. I get my arms out every time and then get all frustrated because I feel like a bug tangled up in a spider web. AND I've been max'ing out my diaper. So I have been upgraded to a size 4 for the nighttime. That's big. Don't tell my doctor. Don't worry, though. I'm still in a 3 during the day. Fours are just my fat pants.

Inspection Time

Look who thinks he knows a thing or two about perfection? How did I do, big brother? Do I measure up to your standards?

Last night my mom really botched up my bottle feeding. She didn't screw the lid on correctly so when my dad went to feed me, it poured all over my face.

Was it something I said?

What did you call me?

Daddy, did you just call me a "porker?" I believe you did. And whilst your arm was elbow-deep in a bag of chips.

You know what I am doing A LOT of lately? Smiling. My eyes even twinkle when I do it. It really creates a stir around here. Even my brother is impressed. He'll point his freshly boogered finger at me and say "Whook at Duhwin! I wuv him!"

Making Up for Lost Time

It's second best to being inside mama's tummy. Aaahhh...

Ahead of Schedule (once again...)

Guess what I have... a TOOTH! And not just any ol' tooth... a molar! This might explain why I was a little unfriendly last week. I am also making a small attempt at laughing. It's out of politess, really. I'm waiting for someone to be funny around here.

I'm a moose!

Who knew that preemies could be so large? You've heard of the expression "Large and In Charge" haven't you? Well, I'm no exception. I decide when people get to sleep and when people get to eat around here. I have begun to hand out smiles more regularly and they are very cute. I also recently got my first RSV shot and it made me MAD!! My very empathatic big brother even cried for me after saying over and over again "I don't want Duh-win to get a shot!!" Thanks for the effort, Bro. But as you saw, it didn't work.