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One year ago I was enormously pregnant and it was the night before my scheduled C-section and I was so, so scared. Then we were at a hospital and waiting waiting waiting for the surgery to get underway and then all of a sudden, oh my god, then there was a baby.
That was you, Dylan Emmett. You looked like a tiny elf when you were first born. Or maybe a hobbit, considering the relative size of your feet.
When you were one month old I was struggling; loving you with all the helpless surging gallops of a mother’s heart but so humbled by the task of caring for you. Five months later life had taken on new, easier rhythms and I wished for the ability to slow the relentless acceleration of time so I could more thoroughly enjoy your squirrel-cheeked infanthood — but that’s not how it works, baby mine. Days tumble by at liquid speed and now it’s been an entire year since the day we first saw your face and I’m not sure I understand how that can be true, but I suppose it is. The evidence is everywhere, after all. Just look at you.
At one year old you are insatiably curious, easily entertained, and you never sit still. You’re still crawling and can move at an alarming pace — I’ve watched you go scurrying from one end of the house to another, your chubby legs a blur and your hind end wiggling back and forth. You love to follow your brother into his bedroom (he shouts, “Come on, Dylan!” and you squeal with glee) and studiously pull yourself up on his easel in order to grab handfuls of crayons and scrawl across the paper, or traverse his floor examining one toy after another.
It’s very easy to make you laugh, Dylan. You spend much of your time with your mouth wide open, giggling and clapping and generally being riotously happy and loud. You are delighted beyond all reason by the cat, who patiently endures your slobbery hugs and the way you bend your head down in her fur and rub your cheek against her. The other day you spoke your very first word, in honor of the kitty cat: gee gah! To be honest I was sort of gunning for “Mama”, but I suppose gee gah will do just fine.
You are trying very, very hard to walk, and you can do so by holding our hands, taking great staggering, wobbly-legged strides like the mini-Godzilla you are, your face an open flower of pure joy. Sometimes you manage to stand up all by yourself, without hanging on to anything, and it is a startling image: you, just . . . standing there in the middle of the room.
You love most goo-ified foods and you are quite the dense little butterball at 23 pounds or so. I always carry you on my left side and I can only assume my spine is slowly developing a permanent curve from hefting you around. Oh, it’s a blissful weight, though, your body held in my arms. This I know from past experience: soon you won’t want to be carried. This is the last bit of time when it’s your greatest desire.
You and your brother have started playing together, even wrestling gently on the living room floor, and I don’t have the words for the happiness I experience when I see the two of you enjoying each other’s company. It is raucous headache-y chaotic perfection.
I have this hopeful idea that someday in the future you and your brother will have access to these entries I’ve written — even the cuss words — and that you’ll have the opportunity to understand a little about my life and who I was as a person, way back when you were a baby and Mama was 34 years old. Maybe there will even be a day when you have a child of your own, and you will understand with great clarity what I mean when I tell you, right now, that you can be a wondrous, glorious pain in my ass. If you are easily entertained, you are even more easily frustrated, Dylan. A great portion of your day is spent complaining at top volume about one injustice or another, and sometimes I have to assume that the very air molecules surrounding you must be pissing you off, because for god’s sake, what else could it be?
And if you are in many ways a much less suspicious baby than your brother was, well, sniglet, I hate to make comparisons but at least Riley slept through the night. I never thought I’d be so intimately familiar with the hour of 2 AM, and yet here we are, you and I, night after night.
I surely miss being able to sleep uninterrupted, but here is our routine when it comes time to putting you to bed: I hold you nestled in the crook of my left arm while you drink a bottle, and afterwards, you immediately start turning over in order to be held facefirst against my body. You pull your arms underneath you and burrow your nose into my chest until you find the most comfortable spot, and that’s how we stay, with the chair gently rocking and my lips brushing the top of your hair. I can feel the movement of your breathing, your belly warm against my own. It is a quiet, peaceful time of pure contentment, and how I love these moments with you. Even at 2 AM.
Sometimes in the midst of your full-throttle play you stop and suddenly crawl into the arms of your father or I with a joyful babbling squeal, and just take a quick break with your face buried in our arms, your eyes briefly closed in pleasure. I know you won’t always be this affectionate but I hope we are always a source of comfort, Dylan. I hope you always feel like you can come to us, because we will always, always be eager for you to do so. This I promise.
You are growing so quickly and while I cannot wait to see the child you become, I want you to know how very much I love the baby you are now. You are so loved, by your parents, your brother, and even the long-suffering cat. Happy Birthday, Dylan Emmett. What an amazing year it’s been, and what an amazing boy you are.
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Riley has honestly learned to read as a result of these little box sets. Cannot recommend enough.
This applesauce bread from Allrecipes is superfast, supereasy, and the kids love it (I leave out the spices).
omg. i think i love you. will you adopt me and be MY mom?? please?
Happy first birthday, Dylan! You sound like a real sweetheart.
So beautifully written. *snifffffff* I have really enjoyed watching him grow up this last year too. Happy Bday Dylan.
What a great mama you are, I hope he reads this someday and truly appreciates how you feel about him.
SO beautiful! I am so jealous that I do not have this for my kids… maybe I can make a video or something??
Happy birhtday Dylan!
ps.. are you coming to Chicago???
Happy birthday Dylan.
I remember the day you were born, and refreshing my browser looking for news on your arrival. I was obsessed.
And Linda…tears.
*sniff* Waaaaaaaaa! Beautiful!! Happy Birthday Dylan, it has been such a joy to see you grow. :)
I have no words because I’m still stuck here crying over yours. Beautifully written.
Such beautiful words Linda. I cannot believe it’s been a year already! And those boys are just 2 peas in a pod.
Happy Birthday to your sweet boy.
Your children are so lucky to have you as a mom. There’s just nothing that could compare to the history you’re recording everyday. Thank you for sharing it with all of us. You rock. [AO-mom of 2 boys, 1.5 and 3.5, totally with you on the ups and downs]
OK, I’m crying now. So lovely.
But also, what is it with second babies and the not sleeping? I’m in the same boat over here. I suppose it’s the only time they can get us to themselves, but geeze Louise.
Happy birthday little man! What a love you are :) Can’t believe it’s been a year Linda, fucking crazy!
And never let it be said that a baby can’t ROCK stripes and plaid, because Dylan rocks both adorably.
This is such a lovely letter to your son, a real treasure. And thanks for sharing the moments with us.
Happy birthday little D, cutest button on the planet.
Crying!
Happy Birthday, though, Big Boy! What an amazing, beautiful letter this is.
Beautiful! Honestly brought me to tears…Happy Birthday Dylan! The cutest, happiest baby I “know”
Happy One Year Dylan! You’re growing up to be an amazing boy. Which is to be expected, considering your amazing momma (and daddy).
Happy Birthday, Dylan! I hope you one day can enjoy your mom’s writings of you and your brother as much as I do.
Wow. That was awesome.
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
LOVELY..
HAPPY 1ST DYLAN.
Happy (late?) birthday to you, too, L. Found out the sister in law is expecting tonight. Hoping to join her shortly. scared as f.
wait.. that was supposed to end… as f*, but reading you has made me feel not so scared.
thanks. fo rillz.
I can’t believe it. We still have his birth announcement on our bulletin board, as if he’d only just arrived. Happy Birthday, beautiful boy, and congratulations again to all of you for lucking into such a cool family.
Happy Birthday, Dylan. What lovely words, Linda. Sniff.
Your boys are so, so lucky.
Aaaaand now I’m crying. That was so lovely. I hope I have what the four of you have someday.
Happy Birthday, Dylan! I’ve loved watching you grow up. I wish I could have one of your delightful snuggles. :)
Happy Birthday Dylan!
So beautifully written, am in tears at my desk, just gorgeous :)
I can’t get over the size of his FEET!
How blessed Dylan and his big bro are to have you are JB :)
Happy Birthday to joyful, sweet, sniglet Dylan!
Read your entry while breastfeeding my littlest one. Eloquently put. Made me tear up.
JB: buy Linda some flowers for the birthing day!
I cannot believe it has been a year already.
What a wonderful post.
Beautiful post – it brought tears to my eyes. I know that when Dylan reads it someday he will be so grateful that you wrote down your thoughts and emotions.
That was beautiful L. Happy Birthday Dylan!
(And was it just me, or who knew cat had patience in her? Gee gah. Cute.)
That was great! Thanks for sharing. Dylan shares a birthday with my son Jacob who is four. You’re right though, it goes by alarmingly fast.
Um, wow, SO not how I expected to start my day…you know, sitting here at sniffling at my desk. Awesomely awesome writing as usual, Linda. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DYLAN!!!
[I'd also like to add how Cat has always been my favorite bit player ("guest star" if you will) in this here tale of the Sundry Clan...and it makes me damn near giddy to read of Cat in such a loving and patient light! I mean this is the Cat that will start with your eyeballs...if you know what I mean and I think you do...but yet, look! So tolerant, so maternal. Gee gah, indeed.]
My three year old just asked me “Mommy, why are you crying?!”
Beautiful.
Happy birthday, Dylan!
Wow…. truly blessed are you, and them. As a mom of 2 boys (soon to be 3!) just want you to know that it just keeps gettin better.
That was sweet. In picture #5 it looks as if Cat is helping Dylan up from a tower lean. How cute.
You sure know how to make a reader cry at 8 in the morning.
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
Oh what a beautiful post! I loved reading it – it made me laugh and tear up. You have such a wonderful way with words. Plus I can really relate, my baby boy will be 1 in March. Thank you for sharing, and the pictures are adorable. Both your babies are so cute.
Sigh – this really makes me long my mom and to be a child in her arms for just a little bit, for a break. This was beautifully written. I’ve said it so many times, moms are amazing. I simply don’t know how you guys do it!
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
Lucky boy to have a sweet mama whipping up beautiful tasty words like that.
I love the way you write about parenthood, Sundry. Happy birthday to Dylan and a stiff whiskey for the gee-gah!
Simply beautiful, Linda. Happy birthday, little man.
Happy Birthday, sweet Dylan!
happy birthday dylan!!
I started reading your blog a year ago, when someone said you were having him!
Hope you guys have a great day. :)
Wow, it has been a year already…hard to believe. He is just precious, and I find it strangely comforting that I’m not the only one whose kid is NOT sleeping through the night…if you figure out the secret please let me know.
That was awesome and I cry now the tears of joy. :) I can’t believe I’d forgotten about the little elf feet! I first found your blog when someone (Amalah?) had linked to pictures of your beautiful hennaed belly and now it’s been a year already. You weren’t kidding about the liquid speed of time (great phrase, BTW). :)
Aww, happy birthday. Great post, too.
Now why do I have the soundtrack from “Hair” in my head? ;)
Happy Birthday little guy! Wishing you a great next five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes!
Happy Birthday Dylan! It has been an absolute pleasure getting to know you and watching you grow.
Beautiful post, as always!
This is really, really beautiful! (P.S. I have a cousin named Dylan Emmett! He’s 16 now and a pretty cool kid.)
What a great entry. Happy Birthday Dylan! It’s crazy, because this means it’s been a year since I found your blog. I remember the day you had Dylan and seeing your updated posts as you were waiting for your C-section. Thanks Linda for letting us into your life!
Gorgeous! What an incredible letter to your son.
The last picture KILLED me…what a gorgeous shot.
My all time favorite line was the one about the molecules pissing him off….I am still laughing….
Thanks for making me cry at work! That was beautifully written.
thank God I read this while waiting for my primer to dry + not my mascara!
OMG so moving. I’m over here welling up because my baby (or should I say toddler *sniff*) turned one on Monday.
I still think Dylan + Maggie will get married one day. . . ;)
Wonderful. Perfect.
Happy, happy birthday, little guy. You lucky kid.
happy 1st birthday, Dylan! we all love your mama so much.
congratulations, linda. thank you for sharing your life with us. you do it beautifully.
xoxoxox
Gaaah! Sniffling at my desk over here! What a perfect, beautiful, post. What a lovely little boy and what a wonderful Mama.
Happy 1st Birthday Dylan!
Sob! That was absolutely gorgeous, and that last picture? I LOVE IT.
Thank you, Linda, for sharing your family’s lives with us. Your blog is my favorite because of your candor, your honesty, and the way you turn a phrase. I have honestly not had more of a range of emotion reading anyone else’s site, from snorting my morning coffee/coke/water through my nose (p.s. OJ hurts the sinuses) to sobbing with joy at your triumphs and guffawing at JB’s antics or your quirky humor, and I have to say I hope you keep writing here for years. Your happy little family reminds me what life is all about. So thank you for that.
And I forgot to add, Happy Birthday, Dylan!
I am fully crying. Happy Birthday, cute boy.
Happy Birthday Dylan!
Lovely post. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year! I started reading you a month or two before you had him. I was expecting my second boy and enjoyed hearing about what was to come, honestly! (cringing here and there, too.)
Thanks for the ride!
I cannot believe he is a year old! I cannot believe how trite that sounds! :)
Happy Birthday, Teeny D.
Happy First Trip Around The Sun!
You are an amazing mama – and one day, when these boys are grown, their future wives (I assume!) will quake in their boots because you are so very cool.
Happy birthday, Dylan! It’s so much fun watching you grow up.
Also sniffling at my desk. Happy birthday, little guy.
So sweet! Happy birthday, Dylan!
Sniffling here, too. Happy Birthday, Dylan! :)
And what enormous feet you have. Seriously. ;^)
V sweet Linda. Happy birthday D!
That was beautiful. Happy Birthday Dylan!
Glad I’m not the only one crying in my cube over this…Happy birthday, Dylan!
Omg, I nearly bawled at this, right at my reception desk. The poor, confused people staring at me must think I’m nuts! I can’t believe it’s already been a year! Look at those pictures! I can’t wait until Josh and I have our turn.
Here’s to many, many, many more awesome years!
Today I am sitting 40 weeks pregnant – the day before I am to go into the hospital to be induced. I read your blog everyday and laugh and cry and think your family is beautiful and hope that this little girl growing in my belly is as happy and energetic as yours!
I am scared and sooooooo ready to see this kid inside me.
When I read your post today I cried because you are so honest about how vulnerable you feel and yet you are such a good mom and have such wonderful kids.
I feel like I might be reading my life a year from now… and that helps.
Thank you for your posts and your honesty.
Happy birthday, baby D!
this brought tears to my eyes. they grow up so fast and I hope that he will read this one day and his heart will melt.
Happy Birthday Dylan!
Awwwwwww! And Eeeeeek! My son is not even two months younger than Dylan! His birthday is upon me!
Beautiful post, Linda! It brought tears to my eyes as I know so familiarly the feelings you expresss. My little girl will be 14 months on Saturday and oh, how the time flies. I wish a Happy, Happy Birthday to Dylan!!
This is so beautiful. Happy Birthday Dylan!
I LOVED THAT! Happy Birthday Dylan!
I could have written that paragraph about bedtime routine myself. Only my 19 month old daughter (yes, she still gets a bottle, shame on me) always puts her entire left arm down the front of my shirt so she can cozy up to mama’s “boobah.” Pure bliss.
Fellow Seattleite delurking to say that was the most wonderful birthday tribute to a baby I’ve ever read. SO SWEET. I am a new mom to a 7-week-old boy, still struggling to figure this whole mommy thing out, and this gives me hope for the future. I just hope I can write about my boy’s first year with such wit and wisdom.
Happy Birthday to Dylan!
What a beautiful letter to your son! I write “birthday letters” to my kids, too, and so identified with many of the sentiments-although you’ve stated them far more eloquently than I ever could. A little misty, over here! Happy Birthday, Baby!
How sweet – the letter and Dylan. Cherish these times. My youngest is now 16. The time flies. Dylan looks so much like JB’s brother.
Holy crap that made me tear up! As I look at my son, now 6 months old…and then his sister, 6 YEARS old, I am all too familiar with the insidious passage of time. How you write about it…it’s amazing. Thank you for your honesty and, also, if I WERE a zombie (not sayin’ I am) I would have to eat your brains…just soes I could steal your writing ability…(”your face an open flower of pure joy” I mean COME ON…where the hell is your book already!!!!)
Happy birthday, Dylan!
Crying now. So sweet! Happy Birthday Dylan!
Hi, I’ve been reading your blog for a few months now, but I have not commented yet. I felt I had to with this post though it was beautifully written and I think he will love reading it some day when he’s older. I wish that my mom had written or documented more about my early years. It would be great to read what I was like at one years old. Happy Birthday to Dylan!
Happy Birthday Dylan. You have one cool family. Your mom rocks!
Happy Birthday, Dylan! You got yourself one awesome mom right there.
I’m making my husband read this post so maybe he will finally get WHY I want #2!
awww….Happy Birthday, Dylan!
This is fabulous.
This is the sweetest. Happy birthday, Dylan!
I still love that picture of Dylan in the little beanie cap with his enormous feet, SO much. He’s a beautiful baby, and a beautiful boy – just like Riley.
Oh, the last picture. Love. Love love love.
Delurking to say that this post and the pictures that accompanied it brought tears to my eyes.
Your blog is something special, Linda.
“In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights,
in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife”
Sounds like you experienced the year described in the song. Ah, the life of a parent and newborn.
“It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let’s celebrate remember a year in the life of friends”
Happy Birthday Dylan, may year two be as much fun and joyous for you as year one was.
Thanks for always sharing these letters with us. I love all your post but I have to say these are some of my favorites. I think you should do a book with all these letters written to the boys. Even the one about enforced naptime!(personal fav)
Anyway, I hope Mr. Dylan has a wonderful 1st birthday and gets his way all day long! Welcome to toddlerhood dear boy!
Tears! Such a nice letter to Dylan. I, too, hope your boys can access your blog someday in some form. It will be something so cherishable to them.
Happy Birthday to your sweet baby boy! Reading your entry reminded me of my little boy when he was a baby. He’s now 15! Time flies!!! Thank you for sharing it all with us!
So beautiful.
Happy Birthday Dylan!
Thanks for sharing….This post was incredibly sweet!
It’s hard for me to comprehend that a year has passed by already – it seems just like yesterday that I was waiting on pins and needles for the announcement of Dylan’s arrival.
He’s so lucky Linda to have you and JB for parents, and Riley as a big brother! And this tribute to him just had me in tears…so very special.
Thank you for sharing all the ups and downs, your honesty and open-ness makes me feel all that more human and confirms that I’m not alone in my parenting struggles.
Happy Birthday to Dylan. Here’s to many, many more….
Awwwww, Linda. . . . .
Is that Cat….LOVING on someone? Glory be.
Happy birthday, little turtle. You get cuter by the second!
I cannot believe he is ONE!
This was absolutely beautiful, Linda. Happy Birthday to your little peanut.
Beautifully done. In the years ahead, Dylan and Riley will no doubt cherish all of your posts and read them with laughter and tears. What lucky boys!
CRYING at work! Darn it!
I am another that cannot believe he is one already! Wow! And look at Riley! He is practically a MAN!!!!!!!! :(
Happy belated birthday, Dylan!
I love your writing, Linda. I have been trying to chronicle my own baby’s life (he just turned 2 on Sunday!) and I do not even come close to how gorgeous this is. You truly have a gift that I *so* wish that I had. I read what you write and tears form and I completely know what you are saying. Thank you, this was beautiful.
I hope, too, that Dylan & Riley can come back and see how much love you have poured into them.
Waiting for the book…..
As always, beautifully written.
Happy Birthday Dylan!
Happy Happy birthday Dylan! Can’t believe it’s been a year already.
What a beautiful one year entry, Thank you Sundry!
This is beautiful, and I am crying. I want to leasve work this very instant and snuggle with my 3 month old. You truly have a gift!
*Sniff* This is so beautiful, Linda!
Happy Birthday to Dylan!
Such beautiful boys, and with such a good mommy. Can’t wait to experience this myself one day… Thanks for sharing!
that reduced me to tears — Dylan I hope both you and your brother know how much you are loved:)
Jeez, I’m all teary-eyed…
Oh, it seems like yesterday that I was obsessively refreshing flickr.
Happy B-day, Dylan.
Happy Birthday, little D!!! This was a beautiful post, Linda. And your hair looks FABULOUS.
Oh, I’m crying. At work. I have a 7-month-old – my first, and a boy – and this hits so close to home. Sweet, sweet children.
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
Yeah, so I remember bawling uncontrollably at Riley’s 1-year video, and this was just as bittersweet. You and JB make beautiful babies, and it’s an honor to be invited in. Happy Birthday Dylan!
Hobbit feet, definitely…. hobbit feet….perhaps a little hairless, though.
Happy FIRST B-day, Dylan!
Uh, Linda? Yeah, you need to write a book. You really have the talent, and it isn’t limited to parenting or anything at all, actually. And the weird thing is, I know you will and it will succeed marvelously.
Also, holy crap! Dylan looks so much like JB. I never really saw it before this post, but you managed to do the impossible. One boy looks just like you, one looks just like JB. Wow.
so, so so well written. you capture exactly how i imagine almost every mom feels about their baby(ies). my youngest is 9 months right now and i know i will blink and he, too, will be a year old. “liquid time” – that’s exactly how i feel – and i’m sure every other mother can relate – thanks for that!
happy birthday dylan!
My friend told me I had to read this post b/c it perfectly captured that fleeting baby time. And now I’m all misty – what a perfect post. Can I just copy it over for my sweet girl when she turns one this August? Enjoy the day.
Dear GOD, but you just capture it!!!!!!! I’m stricken with awe at your ability to put it all in words!!!!!!!!!
Gee, thanks for making me cry, Linda. And thanks for making any one-year entry I make for my little girl utterly irrelevant! You are amazing. I hope you do write that book, dammit. I’d buy it.
oh my goodness the tears!!!!!! *sniffs* i need a tissue. happy 1st birthday to a truly beautiful little boy!! you couldn’t ask to be with a more loving mummy and daddy!! enjoy your special day :) :)
Happy Birthday Dylan!
You know, it’s cute. Dylan’s name is Dylan Emmett, and we had friends who had a baby 4 years ago, and the babies name (female) was Dillen Emma. It wasn’t until after she was born that we informed them that her nickname would be “Dilemma.”
tears streaming down my face because I know, I remember and you nailed it! You are so eloquent I often imagine your boys reading your entries twenty years from now. Lucky boys…happy birthday, Dylan!
Great entry! Happy birthday Dylan! Please, please, please write a book. This entry is so personal yet you speak to the heart of every mother. Wish I could put my thoughts into words like you. Wonderful gift you have here.
BTW, regarding your piffle today, my 2 year old son’s PJs smell like syrup every day too! Never mentioned it to anyone else, thought it was just him. Wonder what that could be? Weird!
Your little hobbit is the cutest thing ever. Thank you for letting us watch him grow up.
Crying over here!
That final picture did it, aside from your beautiful entry.
I haved loved watching your beautiful babies grow and hope that you continue keeping us up to date for years to come. I feel like I know (and like) these kids better than some I have known in real life.
PS I read your twitter about Riley smelling like maple syrup, I think you should mention it to his doctor. I don’t know what it means but it’s always better to check it out.
Saw the twitter about the syrup, my twins get that too, they are 3. My theory is that it is some sort of reaction between a small amount of diaper leakage, pee I guess and sweat coming into contact with fleece and somehow ends up smelling like that – it’s only when they are in their fleece jammies that it happens. I can’t explain it any other way. They certainly don’t have it happen more than 1x every couple weeks or so. I don’t think it is anything to concern yourself. And feel free to delete this comment if you don’t want it mucking up Dylan’s bday comments. I would completely understand.
That is so beautiful. Seriously, it kind of made me want to have a baby.
What a beautiful, loving tribute. Of course, I cried.
I love watching your family grow and change. thanks for sharing such intimate moments with us.
Holy cow…a year already?! This was a very beautiful post and something that Dylan will be sure to cherish when he is older. Absolutely awesome.
Been reading your blog for awhile but never commented. I’ve been a little misty all day, and this post pushed me over the edge! (sniff, sniff) My son turned one today, and Saturday, we found out that we’ll be welcoming baby #2 in late Sept. (An unexpected blessing!) What a joyful (& pain-in-the-ass) journey parenthood is! Thanks for sharing.
Congratulations….exceptionally lovely and well written post. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed it…but I’ve also been somewhat disturbed. Does JB have a freakishly long and slender thumb…what the fuck is that digit next to Dylan’s leg?
And thanks for the hobbit picture again. Those feet are/were phenomenal.
K
Awww, I can’t believe I missed Dylan’s birthday! Happy belated, little D. Linda, once again you have created a great letter/entry for your boys to read. I know they will enjoy your blog as much, if not more, than we all do.
Oh God, I don’t think I can stop crying. That was just fabulously beautiful. You always manage to capture the emotions of motherhood so clearly, so perfectly, that I feel them all, over and over, as I read about you and your kids. My two youngest are almost exactly 2 years apart, and this entry really describes how it is, a preschooler and a toddler. Thank you, thank you for that joy.
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
Did I miss something? Is Dog still around? or did she make some sort of exit?
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Hobbit feet and syrup “flavored” pjs? I’m just not sure it can get any better.
Happy belated birthday, sweet boy!
I think you’re pretty rad too D, although you don’t look anything like an infant hobbit, more like a tree frog. We went over this a year ago, but SOMEBODY wasn’t listening, ;) Keep giving her hell, she earned it.
Also, I think that is probably the best mommy pic of you ever Sundry. Hell, that may be one of the best ever mommy pics period. My head is lopsided Angelina, suck a dick!
Happy birthday! What a cutie.