Neonatal massage class "graduation"

Look how Zen we are!

Dylan to sleeping little girl on his right: "Look, chick, I may be chubby but I'm not a pillow!"

Don't hate me because I live in a fashion capital

Here's Dylan on Easter Sunday with his nonno. It was a special occasion not just because it was Easter but because it was his nonno's birthday and the first time nonno felt brave enough to actually hold the growing tyke. We found it only fitting to deck Dylan out in one of his Armani Baby outfits for the big day. We've been the recipients of quite a few expensive designer baby outfits as gifts and Dylan has more big-name labels in his closet than Cristiano and I combined (and I even worked at an international fashion magazine)! Dylan "christened" the Armani Baby in his own special baby way and mom had fun handwashing it afterward. Mom draws the line at paying for drycleaning for a newborn.

Sorrido, comunico/I smile, I communicate

I really hate when people ask the question, "Is he a good baby?" How can you really put a value judgement on a 10-week-old? Cristiano's mom and aunts keep calling Dylan "naughty" because he keeps us (or, typically, me) up at night. And he wants to eat 24/7. I feel like an all-you-can-eat breastmilk buffet sometimes. Inevitably when the phone rings or someone pops by, they'll find me breastfeeding and will say "Is he eating AGAIN?" Maybe it's because he's my kid but I just can't get too annoyed with him. Yes, I am sleep deprived and cranky, but I don't feel the need to direct that at him because I don't think he knows better. He's just being a baby, you know? He does still cry quite a bit but he's also begun to express himself in other ways. Below are two videos. In one he smiles (listen to the squeal of the proud mamma at the end of the video) and in the other, he is just talking away. I find it very impressive for a 10-week-old!


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Take that, Anne Geddes!

A few weeks ago when it was still really cold outside and I was trapped in the house breastfeeding aaaaaaaalll day long and climbing the walls (and still in my sweatpants at 5 p.m. because my maternity pants are all too big and the one pair of pre-pregnancy jeans that fits me was hanging to dry), my friends Tybie and Luca stopped by. One or the other of them took this picture. Aww. Pumpkin.

Two months old

Dylan is two months old today. Two months ago at this time I still had about three more hours of labor, and I was lying on my side in the torture chamber delivery room looking out the window at the parking lot where our car was parked having irrational thoughts, such as "If I could just get to the car perhaps I could escape the contractions somehow..." This was about the time the midwife turned off my (poorly functioning, I have to say) epidural and cranked up the oxytocin. Ouchy! Oh, how I was envious of people going about their daily lives, just paying to park and getting their umbrellas out. But I digress. Here is Dylan in his bassinet watching his mobile featuring courageous flying rabbits. He loves it!


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P.S. Yes, he is wearing the same cargo pant/lion shirt combo as in the picture below. We are digging the new baby clothes brought from the U.S.

Check me out!

Not much time to write. Cristiano is in Paris for work, and Dylan and I are home alone for the weekend. Grandma Mimi left on Thursday just in time to fly into a huge snowstorm in Ohio. But she made it home OK and even had some focaccia and yummy chocolate cookies in her suitcase in case she got snowed in before doing the grocery shopping. Here's a picture of Dylan in his new chair brought from the U.S. It bounces, it rocks, it sports whimsical colored elephants and a musical bell (not shown). He loves it. I'm rocking him in it as I write (with my foot, of course) and he is getting very, very sleepy...