Thursday, June 29, 2006

game playing

Dylan created his first game today.

I was feeding him a big ol' helping of rice cereal with some pears mixed in, and after just a few bites he was staring off to either side of the high chair as though disinterested. He'd even swing his eyes high overhead when switching his gaze from far right to far left, avoiding me all the while.

So I started to do the same.

Then I heard a little noise from him and I could tell he was getting a kick out of daddy looking around, as if it's what he was trying to get me to do all along, and finally I swung my face around to see his and he gave me a happy little smile. I held up a spoonful for his smiling face. He opened wide and took a big bite. We went through the little routine again and he took another big bite. Now, this wasn't one of those times when he smiles so big I can sneak the spoon into his mouth 'gotcha' style - he was distinctly smiling then opening wide. And wide like I'd never seen. Tongue out of the way and everything. Again and again. Look around; signal; eye contact; smile; bite. We were both having fun.

He invented a game and I figured out the rules.

We powered through that rice cereal until we had just a couple bites remaining. Then mommy walked in the house and all bets were off. Game Over. Fun while it lasted.

Until next time, d.

daddy

Monday, June 26, 2006

my boy is growing up

What a dramatic change this crawling is!

He suddenly has so much more control over his situation. His 'sphere of influence' is incalculably larger: Now he can travel to the toys, or across the living room to chew on the doormat (yuck!) if only given the chance. He can spin like a compass arrow on his belly, and he can clamber over waist-high obstacles.

There was a pillow resting atop a small nursing stool on the floor. Next thing you knew there was a Dylan resting atop said pillow!

It's wonderful to see so many changes. It makes my heart sing to see him sitting in his play area happily moving from one toy to the next, chewing on this one and rotating that one. And he's very close to figuring out (finally) how to roll from his tummy to his back. He'll have it down within the week I'm sure. Hopefully that'll mean we can take the roll-stabilizer out of his crib and he'll sleep even better.

Way to go, d.

Dad

crawling

Dylan started crawling over the weekend. He was at a friend's house Thursday and spent some time on a shaggy carpet. Inspired, or perhaps just with better traction, he inched his way forward as far as a couple feet, propelling himself primarily with his toes.

Sunday we were at Lake Almaden watching mommy finish in the top 10 in the uber-competitive 30-34 age group of the 1500-entrant San Jose International Triathlon. Dylan repeatedly crawled the length of the picnic blanket for a chance to stick his tongue on the grass. He's a whole new animal.

Dad

El Paso's Passing

Dylan,

Since you were 4 weeks old - practically all your life - we've been going out for breakfast together Saturday mornings at a little Tex-Mex establishment called El Paso Cafe that's been a family favorite for three generations. I assumed that one day you'd trade in The Bottle for a Super Breakfast Burrito and we could bring your leftovers* home for mommy to eat when she finished her bicycle ride.

When we learned of a pending ownership change, we were encouraged to hear that at least for now the menu would remain.

We stopped in after our walk last week, as per our routine, only to learn from the "new guy" that they were no longer planning to open until 11:00am Saturday morning and were doing away with the breakfast menu(!!!). As if that weren't discouraging enough, the prices have also gone up noticeably and the salsa will never be the same without J.C. there to make it.

So, sadly, although we were fortunate enough to be served last Saturday at 9:30-ish after our walk at Rancho a tradition seems to have reached its end.

Dad


*Remind me to teach you the value of leftovers.

Friday, June 23, 2006

nutrient smile

One a day, that's all I need.

Just one of those big, happy smiles - especially the kind with so much energy behind 'em that his arms wiggle and his legs shake - is enough to sustain me through an entire day of crying or fussiness or workday dylan-deprivation.

dad

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Summertime

Yesterday was the Summer solstice and with it came serious summer heat. Our neighbor Steve (the Hungarian retired electrician) measured a hundred degrees in the shade on his patio. While I'm sure it's been triple-digits at Uncle Chris' house for months, that's a damn hot day in The Bay.

It was still in the 80's when we decided to go for a walk through the neighborhood a little past 7:30. The sun was low in the sky and casting the most incredible lighting onto rose bushes along the way. We walked slowly and happily and didn't get very far. Dylan was in his Around Town Stroller (which I just now named), as opposed to his Carseat Stroller (too reclined for his taste these days), his Umbrella Stroller (freebie from Babies 'R' Us and never used), his BabyJogger (used, but never by Dylan), or The BOB (which has big wheels and rear shocks and has pulled the lion's share of stroller duty). The Around Town Stroller lets The Boy sit upright in a basket-like environment. He likes having the rails to hold onto while out cruising.

One thing C and I talked about on the walk was our need for another stroller. Honest.

A block from home D's focus was locked onto a pair of Lassie-dogs that were about to cross our path on the perpendicular. The owner was nice enough to stop the dogs and let Dylan stare in wild wonder. She then asked if we'd like them to come closer. I figured we'd see how close they got before he freaked, but the dogs walked up very calmly, stopping a few feet short of the stroller before eventually moving in close enough for him to reach. We managed to keep him from yanking out a handful of sable and white fur and he was absolutely tickled by the whole experience.

Someday I think we'll get a puppy.

dad

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Sitter

Dylan had his first real babysitter yesterday. Kenda works in the daycare at Cheryl's gym, so she and Dylan knew each other already but this was his first in-home experience.

She arrived in time to see him go down for a nap and got to enjoy his smiling face when he woke up 90 minutes later, then she played with him for a while before taking him outside for a little walk in the sunshine (with his hat on, of course).

Not too monumental, really. I mean, he took it in stride and probably didn't give it two thoughts, but Mom sure enjoyed spending a couple of hours on a weekday afternoon getting to some things that aren't easily done while conveying a wiggling nineteen pound appendage with a mind of it's own and an undeveloped sense of empathy.

dad

Monday, June 19, 2006

a happy father's day

Yesterday was my first official Father's Day! Dylan woke me up by scrambling far enough over mom to whack me in the face a few times, then we hung around in bed for a while playing with the boy. He's definitely a morning person.

Later in the morning we all went for a run at Rancho where we passed by an old co-worker of mine. He hollered out "How are you, Erik?" and I gave him a 'thumbs-up' as we left him in the rear-view. Then I asked myself: "Are you kidding? I'm running with my wife and my son on Father's Day. I'm fantastic!!"

We hung out for a while with Kevin and the twins. They played in the pool, and Dylan got his first experience in water more than 3" deep, but only after he'd hung around with me for awhile swinging in the hammock and eating cheerios. It was another one of those times I don't ever want to forget. Mom took some pictures with the disposable, we'll see how they turn out. We all went out for lunch together (thanks again Kevin!) and Dylan spent a long peaceful stretch sitting on my lap on the back patio.

When we got home D and I each took a nap, and Cheryl let us both sleep well past the time we were due to leave for dinner, where we spent a very nice evening eating ribs and potato salad with the semi-extended family, and got to see the slideshow of Uncle Marc and Aunt Lisa's honeymoon in Greece.

It's good to be a Dad.

dad

Friday, June 16, 2006

still frames

Dylan,

I'm sure that when you're an adult you'll have an entirely different perspective on what constitutes a "normal" amount of pictures of one's childhood. For mom and i, we're happy to be able to look back at a few dozen images of our grade school years, after they've been dug out of drawers, closets, scrap-books and shoe boxes across the country. When you're in our shoes you'll probably be looking back at dozens available for each month, or even each week. Maybe it won't seem like a big deal to you, since you'll have had such convenient access to some-odd thousands of digital pictures of yourself on the ubiquitous home computer.

If at some point when you're poring over the plenitudinous volumes of your life's captured moments you should feel the need for an explanation as to the relative dearth of images of yourself aged 6-8 months, well, the camera's busted. We're working on it.

dad

cheerios

We put a few cheerios on Dylan's high-chair tray last night while he was eating his "solid" foods. He was attracted to them and had a fine time batting them around and trying to pick them up with his raking grasp. His occassional success owed as much or more to having drool-covered hands as to his fine-motor skills. He managed to feed himself a couple of O's (which he happily munched) but he has yet to catch on to the useful sequence of
1. hand to mouth
2. relax grip
3. insert food

Instead, he tries to fish the toasted whole grain goodness from a closed fist with his tongue.

He was happy enough with eating them last night, I guess I'll find out today how the rest of his system liked 'em.

dad