Happy birthday Dylan! Look who's walking!

Three months ago, this was Dylan.

Crawling at a fast clip, unable to walk but happily hanging out in my Ergo as we took Ava off to her first day of school.

Yesterday he turned one. Today he decided it was time to get a move on.

And again with Dad in better light and to much more fanfare.

Ava just lost one more advantage over her little brother.

Love, peace and hair grease

I thought having a boy would mean 'fewer' hair-related activities. I was wrong. I've written before about Ava and Dylan's hair care process. We added something new to the repetoire this week.

Braids!

 Ava had her first braids when she was almost two years old. So Dylan beat her to the punch a bit.

 Like father, like son with the afro pick action.

Full, post-braid, picked out glory. Like Bootsy, baby!