Dylan Update for the Out-of-Towners

Dylan finally broke tooth #8. It was worse than the other 7 put together. Fever, snotty nose, up all night screaming. So that's 1 more down, 16 to go. I can't wait.

I took him to the pediatrician last week finally for the spitting up. By 7 months and solid foods, I really thought he would just grow out of it, but he hasn't. She started him on Prevacid, but almost a week later we haven't really seen any results. If it hasn't started working in another week he'll end up at the GI specialist's for tests. Pray for the Prevacid, I really don't want him to have surgery again. I started counting how many times he spit up after a feeding, and it really is between 5 and 7. I wasn't exaggerating when I said he spit up 30x/day.

The boy is crawling all over and into everything. It's pretty funny because he doesn't know how to back out or down from everything, so he gets stuck and start whining. He pulls himself up on everything he can. Usually me. Exposing me by pulling on my shirt, or pulling my hair. It's a lot of work just to hold on to him as he tries to flip 180's in your arms to get to or see what he wants. He tried to crawl in the bathtub yesterday and ended up face planting in the water. Hopefully, he learned his lesson and won't try it again. Not very safe you know. His crawling really has me down about my house keeping skills. I always thought I kept a pretty clean house, until Turbo scrapes his belly on the ground and spins coming away filthy.

When he's sad he'll whine "uh-muh" as he tries to find me. I think that's the closest we're getting to mama for now. He's been a lot more interested in watching me talk and repeat different sounds over and over. He does what I think must be his version of kisses when he puts his mouth against my cheek and moves it over and over, like I kiss him over and over. Sometimes I think maybe he's going to be a little snuggler after all. At least I can hope. Most of the time I'm just not interesting enough for him. He was actually snuggling yesterday morning and I thought "I better eat this up, becuase with the way he's going he's going to be a teeneager who thinks I'm an idiot and it's too embarrassing to hug your mom."