homecoming

Dylan came home late Saturday night. He flew well, thanks to a lot of work from Mom and a lot of time spent on The Boob. He was up waaay past his bedtime but that didn't keep him from waking up at his (new) normal waking hour of 4am PDT. Dylan ate, then played while I lay on the floor nearby until he said he was ready for a nap a couple hours later and we both went back to bed.

Later Sunday Dylan and I decided to make an impromptu trip to the aquarium. It was about D's nap time and the aquarium is almost an hour and a half away, so he was happy to sleep 99% of the trip. It was a pretty busy day at the aquarium. Probably a lot of families making an outing of their last summer weekend before school starts. I was glad we decided to buy the membership cards after our last visit because I got to avoid the line stretching out the front door and all the way up the block by going through the Members Entrance where there was no wait.

Last time we were there (with Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Todd, yay!) Dylan was thrilled with the marine life. This time he seemed as taken by the evidential evolutionary progress of the many bipedal hominids, their offspring in particular. And his appreciation of shore birds has gone way up since his beach-bumming days in Maine.

I carried Dylan around in the Bjorn for the better part of four hours, minus two diaper changes, three feeding attempts (two successful) and some fun time crawling around the special 'under 3 yrs old' section. I think I have a hernia.

Dad