1st Hospital Admission

My little man is a rag doll. It started off with an ear infection, then a few days later some vomiting, very sleepy not eating, but drinking. Then the diarrhea sent in. After 2 days of the worst I've ever seen, he just could not keep up with the fluid losses. Believe me, I work in a pediatric er I know all the tricks and am not one to jump the gun. But I feel bad because his CO2 was 12, which means pretty dry. Even after a fluid bolus and then some he was still lethargic and still having diarrhea. So here we are. He is in the crib and I am in the bed next to him. I hope he wakes up tomorrow and is a new man, full of life and silliness! Sleep tight little man, we all love you and are rooting for you. Poor Daddy is a mess at home. He loves you so so much (we all do). Bailey may starve with out the extra food he steals from you.

PS. I am having my gallbladder out on Friday! It is pouring! But not bad stuff, just....stuff.

Happy Birthday!!!!!

To my son,



I just wanted to say Happy Birthday and let you know how proud I am of you and how much I love you. You make my life complete in ways I never knew existed. Know too that you are always on my mind and forever in my heart. You are the best son a father could hope for and the answer to my prayers.


All my love always,

Dad

Happy 2nd Birthday my little man.

Dylan-Mommy just wanted you to know how much the entire family loves you. You are 2 years old today and make our worlds a better place.

It is hard to believe that 2 years ago this sweet little boy was born across the world in Vietnam to a young mother that made a painful choice, that placed him in are arms a short time after that. I am beyond grateful whatever fate my be, Dylan is here with us. We cherish him and love him intensely. I think about the tears we shared as she placed him in my arms, and how I left the building, my heart exploding with rapture, and her heart, aching...devoid of joy. So hard to comprehend but I realize the blessing in this beautiful child I was given and love him. Just love him. I love him all the time.

Dylan always is talking, babbling jibberish, some words we know. I love our daily conversations. Very simple, but so sweet. He runs over to tell me the color of everything special. A yellow ball will rock he world and we can dicuss it length for 45 minutes. Trains and trucks thrill him like Christmas morning. Give this kid a shovel and a dirt pile and he is set for hours. Ask him to go for a walk and he bounds to the door rearing to go, and can go and go for hours. The playground? Wow! Mention the words and he is singing and skipping, you pull up in the care and he giggles and clapps his hands! I love being outside, and am so happy to share the world with him.

He is also gentle and sweet. He is very loved my 3 strong women, 1 great mushy Dad, and a very excited dog.


I love you Dylan. Happy Birthday my darling son.

My little Picasso

Wow, I think to myself. Dylan is being so good, playing by himself while I was loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen. I even paused to read some of the newspaper and savor my morning tea while it was still hot. Then I hear it. What was that sound, It sounded like...drawing on the plaster walls with...a pencil??? I was right. Dylan decided we needed a mural in our center hall. Thanks Dylan, that was great. I love it and was planning on scribbling on the freshly painted wall with pencil myself, but you saved me the trouble! Awesome! Oh well. We had to touch up the paint anyway, and no big deal, nothing a good roller would not cover. By the way, if you have not tried it yet, get Ben Moore, Aura paint. 1 coat covers and it is wonderful paint to work with. More expensive but you use less and finish in half the time.

My sweet little artist, tired himself out. Creative energy is just so draining.