Sleep. Eat. Cry. Repeat.

And that's what I have been up to lately. Thank goodness my grandma thinks it's endearing...she might be the only one. That's us just chillin on the beach. She's really trying to get me to sit up. And I can only really practice when my big brother isn't around to jump on top of me.

Here's me on my sleeping shift. This IS cute. Not as cute as George, but it will do.

Rock and Roll!!

Look who rolled over... ME! I'm obviously not the firstborn because nobody was watching when I did it. Poor me. All of a sudden, I could hear my mom say "No WAY!!" and she and Dakota came into the room to marvel at my accomplishment. Never mind that I am almost 8 months old.

My mom is a little nervous to admit it, but my mood has started to improve. I was finally moved into my crib for nighttime sleep... and I slept through the night. This is huge. HUGE! So maybe I am more rested. Who knows. Who cares?! I'm happier and that's all that matters.

On the mend...

Things got pretty bumpy for me last week. Two inhalers, an antibiotic, an oral steroid, tylenol, and previcid can really help put you back in the game, though. Let's just hope my big brother keeps his boogers to himself for a while.

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.