Dylan is as giggly as ever.
Anything that I do with a little drama or extra tone leaves him in stitches and
once he gets going he can’t quit. I take great pride in being able to make Dylan
laugh because quite frankly I'm not that funny.
Every
day when I get home from work I spend an hour or two crawling around
Dylan's room having fun with him as we explore his toys, act like fools
and talk (babble) at each other. Yesterday's play date was painful for
me because Dylan has a new interest in pulling my hair one strand at a
time. I was laying on his floor with one of his musical toys in an
effort to entice him to crawl over to me when suddenly he came charging.
He pulled himself up using my shoulders and began picking out and
pulling on single strands of hair that were in my ponytail. OUCH! I took
back my hair and put it behind my other shoulder only for him to laugh
hysterically and grab as much hair as he could with a tight fist. I told
him no and sat up for some relief but I'm not exactly safe just yet.
Later
that night when I was carrying him he began using the tips of his
fingers to pick out the perfect strand to pull out of my head. Though I
appreciate his interest in my luscious blonde locks (lol) and I love for him to have a
good time, I don't want to be bullied into being bald.
