Dylan, as of yesterday, is 11 pounds and 22 and a quarter inches long. Last month he was 8.8 pounds and 20 inches. Apparently my feeding him every 2 hours round the clock is not in vain.

This morning, I gave him his milk at 8.30am, had a shower, woke Sasha and Doug up, persuaded Sasha out of her pyjamas and into a ballerina dress and a sweater (yup people, Fall is here), made some sugar water and headed out to the doctors office where Dylan was to be circumcised. Once we got there, the nurse applied some sort of cream to the area above his willy and asked us to wait an hour before the doctor applied the anaesthesia. In the meantime, we had to sign the consent forms and watch a DVD that provided the gory details. I only watched the parts where the doctor explained which instruments wold be used and the after care, while Doug practically fainted during the part where the doctor made the snip with a scalpel. So we decided he would go in with Dylan when the anaesthesia was applied while I went in for the snip part. Sash was with us, oblivious to the impending foreskin removal. So there I was, feeding Dylan with drops of sugar water whilst the doctor snipped part of his willie off. He was a trooper and didn't cry. Just kept sucking on the sugar water...no wonder he is 11 pounds already. I have yet to change his diaper...