So how is Aiden? I hear you ask.
Aiden is just fine, thanks. He's lost that reddish purple color, so that his face now more closely matches the rest of his little body. He's even-tempered enough that he went to a pizza party last night with three teams of five-year-old T-ball players and didn't complain. He also slept for over five hours last night. Did you? I didn't.
I dropped by for a visit this morning. It was visiting hours, so I wasn't the only one who wanted to hold the baby. I did get a good half hour of Aiden time out of it, and I got to spend some time with D.J. and Dakota as well. They are adjusting well to their new little brother.
Dakota especially is very protective. He's not usually demonstrative with his affections, but he kisses Aiden and sings "Baby Mine." He knows Aiden's name and says it quite clearly. There was no way to prepare him for having a baby in the house, but he knows he's a big brother now.
D.J., on the other hand, was more interested in showing me the dinosaur nest he built. "Pretty soon I'm going to lay my egg," he told me. Today he was a plant eater. A plant-eating dinosaur on a motorcycle. He's probably the only one of those I've ever known, but that's our D.J. He's five, you know.