Baby D

First I'd like to apologize for the blogging hiatus. I awoke Christmas day to a broken camera, and had to send it to the Canon factory store for repair, and by the time I got it back I had apparently forgotten how to take pictures. So there's not much in the way of visual documentation of the last six weeks. But pictures or no pictures, life goes on, and so I blog...

Dylan is perhaps the sweetest baby ever to enter into mortal existence. When she smiles you can feel it across the room. It starts as a twinkle in her eyes, then moves down as her cheeks scrunch up and the corners of her mouth start to curl. Then her mouth opens and her nose wrinkles as she hunches her shoulders and tilts her head to the side. As she does this she wiggles her torso back and forth, makes tiny fists with her perfect little hands, and wildly kicks both legs while letting out the most joyful cooing noise. I don't care what else is going on, no one with a soul can watch this without smiling back.

She is also very content. She loves to sit in her bouncy chair or swing as long as there is someone else in the room, and will roll around on the floor until she gets stuck somewhere. She sleeps and naps pretty well (although she does her sleeping/napping in my bed or her carseat) and is great it the car, stroller, or Baby Bijorn. She loves to roll, coo/sing, and use her hands to grab toys, hair, fingers, blankets, and anything else. She is happiest when she is with her daddy or involved in a conversation (eye contact is a must).

Dylan is a daddy's girl. As we have decided that she is our last child, this makes me sad. I know he deserves it, but I still get jealous when she lights up and leans towards him while I'm holding her. She showers him with kisses every time he holds her, and will stop what she's doing and look for him any time she hears his voice. When she wakes up in bed between us she always rolls towards him and starts talking and pulling on his shirt until he wakes up and smiles at her. All this even though I am her sole food supply.

The time is flying by, and sometimes I look at her and it seems like yesterday I was bringing my tiny, frail baby home from the hospital. She is now big for her age (around 90% length) and growing out of clothes faster than I can buy them. I know it's cliche, but I truly wish I could freeze her at this stage and keep my baby forever.