The newest member of our growing tribe made his appearance this morning.

Dylan Alton Cole was born at 9:51 AM at California Pacific Medical Center here in San Francisco, allowing him forever the right to call himself a “native”.   He checked in at eight pounds five ounces and 19 inches with dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes.  No “Taylor Ears”, but I think he may have lucked out in the “lashes” department :)

Dawn’s labor ended up being thirty-two hours, which included being sent home once (not fun).  Lester , who happened to be couch-surfing at our place Saturday night was a champ when I woke him up at 5:30 on Sunday morning saying “It’s go time.”  After being sent home, we spent the day with Lester, Jen, and Katherine while Dawn rode out a morphine-induced 6 hour nap.  The phrase, “I feel like spaghetti” has entered the pantheon of inside jokes amongst us.

At about Midnight, Dawn and I took a cab ride to the hospital and were admitted.  The events that ensued between then and now could probably fill another post.  Suffice it to say, Dawn is a strong woman.  My love and admiration for her are boundless.  And Dylan is THE CUTEST FREAKIN’ BABY EVER.  Really.

Dylan At The Hospital

As for his name, thank you all for honoring my wish to keep it between Dawn and I until now.  Dylan is just a great name, that is all.  Alton was my grandfather’s first name.  He was a wonderful man whom I greatly admired and miss very much. And Cole just rounds it out for me.  I’d vote for Dylan Alton Cole.  Wouldn’t you?