Breathe, Sean. Then maybe have a beer.
JZ and Matilda just got home. I was afraid Matilda would be upset seeing me hold Dylan, but she just pointed and said, "Baby Dylan!" (We've been prepping her.)
Update: JZ just got video of Matilda pointing at him and sayiing, "Baby Dylan!"
I thought she was going to be all "Mine!" when she saw him with her toys, but, in fact, she's been bringing him all her favorite toys to play with.
We had a mini-crisis right before they got home.
I heard a little "Eep!" from Dylan and looked up to see his enormous brown long lashed eyes welling with tears. He'd gotten too excited about his cheese stick and bit his finger. He very quickly put two and two together and concluded that (a) cheese is comforting; and (b) if it's in his mouth he can't bite his finger, and shoved the last third of the cheese stick into his mouth. He was not pleased when I decided that was a hazard and removed the cheese.
And then he realized that while I was a perfectly acceptable substitute for rolling the whiffle ball or showing him the pull toys, I was not choice number one, two, three or even four on his list of Comfortadors. Also, I took away the cheese.
I applied milk and a bouncy walk and he was fine for Matilda's arrival.