An emotional creature

He's a little person with thoughts, feelings and his own little ideas and strategies (like getting as many blocks as he can up on the couch. Why? We don't know!). A couple of weeks ago after another frustrating phone call with customs officials about my birthday/Christmas box, I broke down and started crying. After so many birthdays and Christmases spent here, a girl can only take so much. And every year I have major problems getting the all-important box, which is my symbolic link to being home for the holidays. Anyway, Dylan saw me crying and immediately got upset. I calmed myself down and tried to calm him down but he stayed upset for a while and even refused to eat his dinner. That really freaked me out and I vowed not to let him see me upset again.

Then lately, I have the very bad habit of putting my face in the path of Dylan's head just in time for him to snap back with all of his strength and bust me in the teeth or nose. I would say that Dylan has the bad habit of smashing me in the face with his head but, really, it's my fault because I should be the one to know better. I'm convinced I will break my nose or lose a couple of teeth before this phase is over. It happened last week and I immediately cupped my hands over my nose Marsha Brady "oh-my-nose" style and Dylan got the most stricken look on his face. He tried to pull my hands off my nose as if to say "I'm sorry, mommy. Please don't be hurt!" and then reached up and gave me a huge hug. The same thing happened this morning when, once again, my teeth got in the path of his head. He was so sorry about it and reached up to hug me, even patting my back "there, there" style.

I guess this probably doesn't sound all that interesting but since I'm his mom and I see him evolve day by day, the fact that I am watching him turn into this thinking, feeling creature right before my very eyes is pretty amazing.