May 21, 2015
Milo turned one year old on May 21st! I can't say enough good things about him. He is SO cuddly and so sweet. Like all his siblings before him, he is a thoughtful baby mostly content to observe thoroughly before jumping in. He cannot resist pulling Lucy's hair. He likes Veggie Straws, pretending to karate chop daddy to smithereens, the Ten Little Ladybugs book, dancing, swimming, putting things in things, putting tops on things and petting the dog. He really loves his yellow blanket. He loves his little fox in the last picture. Obviously.
For his birthday he had a hot dog party and played with the best kids ever. I made him a chocolate vanilla marble cake and it was not delicious. Sorry, kid.
Milo is amazing and fully reaping the rewards of being the last baby.
May 15, 2015
Milo is eleven months old. He is weary of being toted around and has decided to make some efforts towards mobility. He kind of rolls over now. He still thinks tummy time is a sick joke. He's taking a lot of wobbly steps holding on to our hands. Peek a boo is still a hit. He cannot resist pulling Lucy's hair whenever she is in arms reach.
He can eat food from a pouch like the rest of this first world generation. He's also really fond of ritz crackers, rice, pasta, hot dogs, cauliflower, bananas, avocados, beans and potatoes.
He has the most beautiful hair and the most beautiful eyes, but I still can't tell you what color either are.
He can say Mama and Dada and has words for dog, hot and stop. He makes the sweetest little grabby hands when he wants to be picked up.
Love him so much it hurts.