Our Early Bird

My handsome boy, my Dylan. My first born. The "man of the house" when daddy is gone. Our "D." When Emma started to talk she called him "D." The name stuck. Then she started calling him, "D-buddy." Still makes me smile as I type it. :-) When you ask Dylan what his number one job in life is, his response, "To protect Emma and Carly from everything no matter what." So sweet. So sincere. So Dylan.

He started kinder two weeks ago. I can hardly believe it. But, he was so ready. In true Dylan style he took it all in stride. He was excited, but not overly so. Just Dylan. Calm, cool, and collected. He's an early bird. He's a cute bird. He's starting to fly from our nest more. I look at him now and he seems so, well--old! Tall! Handsome! He's my firstborn. I was so nervous bringing him home. So worried about him when he was sick. Sang to him all night so many nights when he had ear infection after ear infection. Cried when he had tubes put in his ears. Cried when I took him to daycare. Fly with him on an airplane by myself when he was 4 months for the first time. Just he and I. He was perfect. Still is. Love his personality. Love him!