Dillon has three surviving great-grandmothers at the moment. On Christmas Eve, Great-Grandma Burke got see her newest great-grandchild, pictured here. It was a great party, but Dillon slept through most of it, noisy adults and children alike.

From his great-grandma, he received a cute, christmas teddy bear.

Of interest was his cousin Nathan stopping into a room where Dillon and my wife were for a moments feeding. Although Dillon was hidden from view by a blanket, he pointed over there and told the other boy with him that it was his cousin Dillon. They then promptly left. This was significant to my wife. It was cool to see the four-year-old boy proudly declare his relation to the baby.

We are hoping to visit another of his great-grandmothers for New Year's Eve. With a wedding or two planned for Annette's family this next year, hopefully Dillon will get a picture or two snapped of him with his surviving great-grandmother on his mom's side. So, the Lord willing, he will get at least one picture snapped with each of his three surviving great-grandmothers. 

From left to right on this picture, we have Annette, myself, Grandpa Jack, Dillon (in grandpa's arm), and Grandma. Jack Dillon is a professional scouter, so it's a little interesting that he had only daughters. Where things a good twist is his married daughters. So far, every one of the three daughters he has married thus far has had a boy as their first child.

In quite a contrast to my own father, I am told that Jack went straight to the baby at the airport when my wife and sister picked them up. He really enjoyed holding his grandson.

Annette told me early on that she wanted a boy as her first child. Apparently, she had thought it would've been nice to have an older brother. With this thought, she wanted her own children to have just that. Dillon fulfills that wish, although we would've been happy no matter what.

The people who participated in the circle for Dillon's blessing were Jack Dillon, John Burke, Brian Burke (my brother), Bishop Squire, and myself. The blessing was a rather simple one.

I can only wonder if what my wife saw as she sat in the congregation was the same as she had envisioned when we still just dating. It was something she had told me about back then. When someone was blessing their child in church, she had a vision of me up there holding our child. That was several months before I proposed to her, so the comment obviously didn't scare me off. So, over a year later, perhaps not quite as envisioned, she got to see that come true. 

While our faith doesn't do christenings, we do give priesthood blessings to our precious little children. As the father, I had the privilege and opportunity to do this for little Dillon the second weekend of December. So, a couple weeks later, I finally post some pics taken while his grandparents had all gathered around to adore their new grandchild.

Dillon is the third grandson, and fourth grandchild on both sides. This picture is his Grandma and Grandpa Burke. My dad was letting everyone else hold the baby most of the time.

Because Dillon was born with very little hair on the top of his but plenty of hair around the sides, we got to hear a little bit about my own early hair. It seems that I was born the same way. My dad was in the air force at the time, and my hair on the sides was the source of some teasing about his hippy son. So, my dad gave me my first haircut at three weeks old.

It is barely over a month, and Dillon hasn't had his hair cut yet. I couldn't help think though, that Dillon is starting life with a bald look similar to what his dad may be slowly developing. The difference is that he's filling in his bald spot with fresh hair growth.