Yes, that's a red bow. Yes, she is wearing a pastel pink and purple dress. And yes (although you can't see it) she wore white sandals with bright multi-colored flowers on them. No, none of it matched. And yes, she INSISTED on wearing only those things. So if you saw us at the HEB grocery store on Slaughter Lane - it wasn't her mother's idea!
Dylan woke up tonight at 8:30pm to eat (he was so tired at 6:30pm that he never finished his bottle). When he was done I cuddled him on my chest to burp him. I couldn't help smelling his freshly washed hair and skin. Feel his warm breath on my neck and how his fuzzy hair tickled my chin. And his little hand was curled around my arm like he was cuddling me back.
I was driving home from running errands on Friday and it was past the pre-nap window for Dylan. You know that "window," where you know your kid won't fall asleep in the car before you get home and then think that 5 minute power nap is all he needs for the day. So, I'm looking in the rear view mirror at the baby mirror that reflects Dylan in his car seat, but I can't see his face because the hood is down. So I ask Kyla if Dylan is "awake or asleep" and here is our conversation:
