Dylan - Crawling, Pulling Up, and in general, being adorable

I feel like I owe Dylan a post. After all, I've barely worked on his baby book. So the guilt is high. What can I say about my baby? He's been crawling since mid-July, so just over 8 months. He now speeds down the house, pulls up, grabs at cats, pulls on brothers' hair, constantly stands up under the table/cries/does it again. He has three bottom teeth and two top teeth. He is apparently starving at all times. He still nurses at all times (someone asked me how often and I said, "well, at bedtime, once during the night, then morning, then naps, then whenever he seems hungry. So I guess all the time.".

Dylan has a super cute smile. He loves to splash water. He won't take a pacifier. He does NOT want to sleep in bed with me - if he nurses at night it's back to the crib. I don't even CARE but he really doesn't like to sleep next to me. I just put him back in the crib, turn on his aquarium, and leave.

His eyes are changing color. No more baby blues. Not sure what color they will be but James will be our only true blue boy. He is long and strong and has the best hair: it's growing in so nicely that more than one person has asked me if I've had it cut. :)

Dylan makes me not want to have any more babies. Let me clarify that by saying this I do not mean he is a bad baby. Quite the contrary. He is lovely, easy, sweet, and very flexible. He doesn't make me long for any other babies. He is part three of our triology. He is the end of our beginning and middle. He makes me content. I feel so happy with him. I am trying so hard to embrace his babyhood, to enjoy it, because it is going by so fast. And he wants to be big so much.

Not yet though, little guy. Not yet.