Dylanese.

May 17, San Jose.

I'm back with the circus and it feels as if I'd never left. We are at the Children's Museum in downtown San Jose, same as last year. Dylan was too small then to enjoy the museum; now he'll run wild.
He does that, he turned 18 months just three days ago. He's doing as good as an 18-month-old who's just been uprooted once again in a long list of once-agains, gone through a marathon five days road trip across the country and is having to deal with the arrival of a baby brother could possibly do. He's running wild, he's my love.
He's talking his own talk, lalala, la di da, and we're waiting to see what it turns out to be: French, Spanish, Dylanese sprinkled with English?

Dylan, May 2, Dallas, Texas.