The Return

Nearly seven weeks have gone by since I last appeared to you. This absence is thanks to the glorious leaders of China. However, as this blog is devoted to the glory of me, I'll ask my ghost writer to remain silent about this subject until I have figured things out for myself and can provide my own comment.

Pax,

Dylan Felix Talacko


Seven weeks is a long time in baby terms. Do we back up and go through each week or do we start with today and fill in when necessary?

Let's pick up with this weekend and move forward, filling in the gaps later.

As you've seen, Dylan has had his hair cut. He also now has a seat at the table.

What's Dylan doing?

If this photo disturbs you or intrigues you, then have a look at the video to see what Dylan's been up to aside from lounging on Monkey Island.

Revisiting a theme

Dylan's getting his pantHoots down. Next week we work on grooming.

Dylan's blog, now with video.

Dylan is eight weeks and perhaps smiling. I say perhaps because it could still just be gas. But I like to think it's a smile because he just digs his monkey suite and troupe of simian friends.

Monkey Mania

Dylan will either love or hate monkeys. There will be not gray area on this issue.

Here is a new jumper, and yes... that is a banana in his pocket.


If you've read a certain facebook post, you'll know I have a similar vestment. We're both happy with this.


Dylan is in the midst of forming a barbershop quintet: Dylan and the chimps.


And, after his reaction here, I've given him a new name: Smiles with monkeys.

Surprised by a polar bear

Dylan was just resting in his new clothes one day when...
...he was surprised by a polar bear.

Dylan gave the polar bear a good talking to about sneaking up on a guy.

How to get a baby to sleep

On to week seven now and we've discovered a few ways to get Dylan to sleep.

Put him close to Gorgeous George. Nothing says security like your own gorilla.

Surround him with bobbles and doodahs. Overstimulation works wonders.

Mittens. Enough said.

Tank him up with milk. This puts him into a deep sleep. Must be the tryptophan.

Then there's reading: In this case John McGahern's 'Amongst Women' which...

... also served to put me to sleep despite being a good read. To those who may be wondering (I did): a baby sleeping on your chest is similar to a cat doing the same thing, except it's a baby so a little cuter when he twitches in his sleep.

OK. So this was a pretty lame excuse to post a bunch of photos of Dylan in some of his cuter moments, but... he told me to do it.