The Adventures of the Dillon Family: March 2012

Friday, March 30, 2012

Welcome Little Man!

Meet Graham Fielding Larsen. Handsome, huh?

He's wonderful and cute and just a ball of teeny-tiny happiness; he smells like a newborn, weighs about as much as my right shoe and makes his Mama as happy as I've ever seen her. Truly. He's doing his job very well.

Graham, we've been waiting a long time for you... I would say for nine months, but really it's been much longer than that. Your Mama was destined to be a mom; YOUR mom as it turns out. I can regale you with stories about how she used to sway back and forth in the aisles at the grocery stores with a sack of flour in her hands or how kids of all ages naturally gravitate toward her, she's got a gift and you are one lucky kiddo. She will love you and kiss you and hug you and buy you cute clothes with the best of them. You're in great hands.

Welcome to the planet buddy. The fun has only just begun!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

T-Dilly

Last weekend Lucy stayed with Teresa one night so that Paul and I could watch the KU game (Rock Chalk!!!!!) with some of our friends child-free. And from the look and sound of it we all fared well with the arrangement. Paul and I had a much needed night out (and morning of drinking coffee and reading the paper) while Lucy and T-Dilly had a great time as well. Teresa took a bunch of pictures but these three below stole my heart.

Paul's old sweatshirt!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Love ya, mean it.

"When I die,

she said,

I'm coming back

as a tree

with

deep roots

& I'll

wave my

leaves at

the children

every morning

on their way to

school & whisper tree songs at night in

their dreams. Trees with deep roots know

about the things that children need."

--Brian Andreas

Thursday, March 8, 2012

My Favorite Thing

My mom, like all good moms who hope to be grandmothers some day, saved many of the books my brothers and I read when we were kids. She should get credit for not only hanging on to these books for 30ish years, but also for saving them from the flood at my parents' house about 10 years ago. Without going into too much detail, the washing machine and my mom were not getting along and the washing machine won. Water gushed from the main level down into the basement where these tomes, among many other things, were being stored. In order to save these books, she laid them out all over the backyard so they could dry in the sun; she even went so far as to turn the pages every few hours so they would dry evenly. Yup, she's that patient AND that awesome.

Anyway, among the stash of salvaged books are some classics that have been read a million times; there was also "My Favorite Thing." Not necessarily a masterpiece, but one I definitely remember fondly.

The other day Lucy was digging through the stash and handed this very book to my mom for her to read to her. I was looking over their shoulders as they read and when they turned to the last page I said, "WHAT is that?!"

If you can't make out exactly what is going on here, I can help. The last page of the book asks, "Now, what is YOUR favorite thing?" I assume this is where normal kids shout "ice cream!" and "unicorns!" and "Daddy!" Well, not me. At some point, I had taken it upon myself to ink my response AND sign my name in case there was any confusion.

And my favorite thing? "Is to lay down."

And there you have it, folks.