Wormiculture
Dada is trying out a new lense - that's why the pics are a little distorted. And I am getting bigger and bigger - Dylan has no idea what a baby sister means at this point but he is interested in my very big belly.
Dylan Paul Zinser Katz was born at about 5:15 am on the 4th of February, 2006. He arrived a pinkish shade of healthy, unscathed but for a dose of road rash crowning his fresh face. This blog is a place for family and friends to share images, media and commentary surrounding Dylan's exciting first years. This will, over time, become an archive and as well as a forum.
Dylan celebrated his second b-day with Nonnie, Pita, Auntie Victoria and Mommy and Daddy. Auntie Jackie, Pat & Van were going to come but Mommy was a little sick and did not want Van to catch anything so she asked them not to come for this one. Pita made Dylan cupcakes - which he loves. He calls them "dupcakes" and although he really likes them - he is more into playing with them than eating them. Dylan is just starting to realize what presents are at this point - and he knows one thing - he likes them! 
For the record, Dylan weighed 26 pounds and was 34 inches tall at his two year check up with the pediatrician.




So, Dylan's parents were crazy enough to take him to Paris. Nonny and Pita joined us - fun for Dylan and his parents! We stayed in a wonderful Paris apartment in the 8th Arondissement courtesy of some friends of ours - so it was much easier with a child. Dylan had a lot of fun - he especially enjoyed sleeping through museums, the many fun playgrounds (especially Luxembourg Gardens and also Place des Voges and next to Notre Dame), the metro, the boat ride on the Seine, the trucks and motorcycles. He also liked French bread - who doesn't? Dylan does not realize this at this point but he will be getting a baby sister in April - that's why we decided to go to Paris now while it was still manageable! We really had a wonderful time and it was even more fun with Dylan. He enjoyed restaurants where there were no high chairs so he got to sit in Mommy or Dada's lap. He really liked a fondu restaurant in the Latin Quarter where we sat near another boy Dylan's age.











