Happy St. Patrick's Day!

We didn't get pinched! Can you tell that my shirt is probably almost the same size as my brothers? Actually, it's not. I'm just so top heavy that it makes me look like I could crush my big brother.

So I am on round three of my new formula Neocate and my body rash has finally started to go away. Whew! Though my mom is really happy about this, she is a little grossed out by the smelly side effects. My diapers make her eyes water and my breath smells like a wet dog. Bleh.

Oh, I have a tooth coming in!! This really is my first tooth. I had a faker a while ago that was called a natal tooth. This one is the real deal.

Me and My Bouncy

Well they finally did it. They found something that I like to do. Bounce! It sure beats that lame exersaucer or vibrating seat. I guess I also like to go on walks in my stroller. I am actually quite accommodating when we take big brother to the park. You don't even have to keep the stroller moving. I just enjoy watching all the big kids.

I just got over another bout of vomiting. When I got weighed at the gastroenterologist, my mom wasn't disappointed to hear that I had lost a pound. One less to lug around.

19 Pounds of Love

Just to be clear, most 1 year olds weigh about 20 pounds. I am 19 pounds...and I'm only six months old. Grrrr!!! And I am just getting started. Last Saturday I had my first solid food. I still thrust most of it out, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. My mom read that preemies are notorious for having irregular sleep patterns (I definitely fit that bill) and she is hoping that the rice cereal will fill my gut enough to make me sleep longer. It's worked the past two nights.

Below is a photo of my brother eating MY food. What an animal!

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!"