Late last night (passed midnight), Dylan said "DA-DA" for the first time!!! I was so amazed because he just sorta mimicked us out of no where. And now he's nonstop saying it. But when I tell him, "Okay bubbas, say 'MAMA'," he'll just say, "DA DA DA DA DA". Can't wait for him to finally call me Mama! I'll cry :P I know it made Mark really happy for him to hear it from Dylan.

Today I was a bit bummed. Not only did I barely get any sleep (hyper, over active baby who plays all day, you know), but I received some disappointing news.

My insurance doesn't want to cover my [future] surgery. It's very much needed. I can't fully function if I continue to go on without it. I know I'm not being very detailed because I haven't told many people about it, but I need to vent because it kills me inside that things had to happen to me like this. It's stupid. As if I need anymore things to worry about. I've been suffering with this pain for over 4 months now.

Sigh, idk. I hope my doctor can figure something out with the company to prove to them that I really do need to get this done and over with.

:(

Monkeys!

Browsing around & found:

INVITATION SAMPLE

It's a sign. I love monkeys; I especially love Dylan's clothes with monkey prints (also Paul Frank & the sock monkey). It's still 4 months to go, but that's what I did when I was pregnant. Torture myself with planning events. THEN, I saw this:

Monkey themed birthday party

Now I'm completely inspired! I wanna make cute stuff :D

Poor baby..

I swear that this is like his 4th time being sick already. But they say it's common for babies to get sick about 6-10 times in their first year of life.

Yesterday I took Dylan to see his pediatrician. He had been sick with a cough, cold, and fever for 3 days & I was beginning to get worried. He didn't sleep well at all the night before. I could see the way he was breathing, and it was like his chest was sinking in so deep...he was trying his hardest to breathe. It made me so sad. His doctor prescribed him an inhaler for his "brochiolitis" & asked me if we have any asthma in the family. Well, Mark & I both had asthma when we were little. She said he may develop it too, but he might grow out of it just like we both did. It was raining so hard when I had to stop by the pharmacy afterwards--I felt so bad for Dylan being out with that sorta weather condition. I was literally soaked from head to toe but I kept the lil guy safe. He was also prescribed this medicine called "prednisolone" which he HATES. Absolutely hates it. We tried to give it to him mixed with some juice, he refused to drink it. Then today we just tried to give it straight from the syringe, but he gagged and barfed twice. It was so bad I had to give him a bath & I, myself, had to take a shower afterwards. Poor baby :( But the inhaler is working so well, he's coughing less & is able to sleep better. That's what matters to me. We've been staying in to insure that he gets well soon.

4 more days & my bubberoo turns 8 months old. I can't believe it whatsoever...anyways, here's a video that I recorded at 4am this morning (Dylan wakes up super early for his milk -_- ) He was having fun though! :D

Twins.

Okay I lied.

I love blogging on Blogger. Tumblr just keeps me entertained with all the pictures.

I'll be writing again soon.