On Monday, my father's birthday, my sister gave him the most amazing birthday present...she gave him a second grandson.
Isn't he beautiful? I am happy to report that he has reddish hair and blue eyes. He might keep neither but I'm calling it a win. Dillan John was born at 7:13 pm CST in McAlester, Oklahoma. He's 7 lbs, 2 oz (my prediction) and 20 inches long. His mother is a champ - three pushes and he was out. Dad and I, exiled to the waiting room, barely got settled and I got the text from Mom "He's here!"
Kellie said "Dylan" didn't look right when she wrote it, so she went with "Dillan". John is our father's name. I think it's a wonderful tradition - Dalton's middle name is Glenn, his father's middle and paternal grandfather's first name, and now Dillon has his maternal grandfather's name. I guess they're going to have to go out another generation for other boys, but then we get into Odus and Olan....there is a George and Harry, so there's hope.
Our family has grown again, and it feels so much larger than one tiny baby. His brother thinks he's still inside and says "Baby" when pointing to my sister's stomach, while petting his brother the same way he pets his dog. He'll figure it out, and he gets to go through his life with a little brother, who will be the bane of his existence as well as the most amazing friend of his life. My relationship with my sister is the best thing my parents ever gave me. I hope the boys will feel the same way.
