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Dillon meets his new family

Dillon one week old



Last October we were given another wonderful blessing. At 1:05pm October 12, 1998 Dillon Alexander made his way into the world. He came weighing a whopping 9 lbs 10 oz!! We couldn't be happier!

Dillon 9 months old



Matthew was so excited to have a brother and loves to play with him all the time. I think we are really lucky because Matthew has never asked me to give Dill back! Matthew calls Dillon "baby" so this is what we call him too. He may never out grow it!! Poor kid!



Dillon is a pretty mellow kid but when he gets mad look out! He usually sleeps through anything exciting. He justs watches the world go by. He loves playing peek a boo with Matthew. If he is upset Matthew can always make him feel better with this game.




Getting a kiss from big brother, Matthew

Dillon so far has only three teeth. He can crawl and pulls up on everything. He is so close to walking but he just hasn't taken those steps yet. In his own time I guess.

Dillon has added even more happiness to our family. To listen to me you would think we are the happiest bunch around, maybe we are!

Dillon's first experience with squash!
Man was it messy!!

Wet Oatmeal Kisses

One of these days you'll explode
and shout to all the kids,
"Why don't you just grow up
and act your age!"

And they will...

Or, "You guys get outside
and find something to do --
without hurting each other
And don't slam the door!"

And they don't.

You'll straighten their bedrooms
until it's all neat and tidy,
toys displayed on the shelf,
hangers in the closet,
animals caged.
You'll yell,
"Now I want it to stay this way!"

And it will...

You will prepare a perfect dinner
with a salad that hasn't
had all the olives picked out
and a cake with
no finger traces in the icing
and you'll say,
"Now this is a meal for company."

And you will eat it alone...

You'll yell,
"I want complete privacy on the phone.
No screaming,
Do you hear me?"

And no one will answer.

No more plastic tablecloths stained
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet, knotted shoelaces,
muddy boots or
rubber bands for ponytails.

Imagine.... a lipstick with a point,
no babysitters for New Years Eve,
washing clothes only once a week,
no PTA meetings or silly school plays
where your child is a tree,
no car pools,
blaring stereos or
forgotten lunch money.

No more Christmas presents made
of library paste and toothpicks,
no wet oatmeal kisses,
no more tooth fairy,
no more giggles in the dark,
scraped knees to kiss
or sticky fingers to clean

Only a voice asking,
"Why don't you grow up?"

And the silence echoes:
"I did"

Author Unknown




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