Yesterday, Grover was being really naughty. He kept pushing Babar and Milo. Then he had to go to time out. Repeatedly. I only know this because 1) Milo kept tattling on him to me and Jason and 2) I kept walking past the very spot where we put Milo in time out, and poor naughty Grover was flopped there in a blue heap, no doubt contemplating his misdeeds. Or revenge.
Archive for the ‘milo’ Category
Two
2011
09.06
09.06
The little animal is two today. I really want to write a stupid sentimental post about the joys of being his mother and how he’s the most perfect baby ever and I love him so much my ears tingle and couldn’t you just put him on a bun.
But that’s the kind of post that will give people hairballs. And besides, he’s no longer a little animal or a baby. Sigh. He’s a person, one of my favorite people, which is good because I spend a lot of time with him.
Here’s a quick interest inventory for those of you wanting to get to know Milo — the person — better.
Favorite toy: “Guys.” Playmobil, Lego, whatever little plastic dudes might be around (all cast-offs from Lu). “Guys” was probably his tenth word and “MY GUYS!!” is his favorite sentence. Which is why, when it came to decorating his cake, I just stuck guys on it, sweetly reminded of when Stacy put a ceiling fan on Jameson’s birthday cake because, well, that was his favorite thing.
Favorite activities: Arranging guys, driving trains and cars, headbutting, kissing and making up.
Best personality traits: charm and persistence. The scene below from today sums it up…
Milo, Attempting to Get More Cake
Hopefully: More cupcake?
Sternly: More cupcake.
Coyly: More cupcake?
Desperately: MORE CUPCAKE.
Fiercely: Want! More! Cupcake!
Coyly: More cupcake?
Favorite travel destination: Pie’s house. As in, EVERY DAY AFTER SCHOOL, “I go Pie house? I go Sy (Solly) house?”
Favorite book: the first one third of the first one he chose, followed by the middle third of the other three nearby. He has little patience for books.
Favorite accessories: sunglasses, hats and the occasional markered-on mustache (either by self or sister). Oh, and guys, of course.
Once Milo’s English is better, we’ll have an actual interview. In the meantime, for the fact that I didn’t subject you to the post about how he still has one dimple and I see the stars reflecting in his blue eyes like so many dreams, (agghck) you’re welcome.
Milostone: 17 months
2011
02.10
02.10
Ah, Milo. He of the wrinkled nose and sparkling eyes and pink cheeks and really bad attitude. Milo is a man of extremes: either joyful or awful with little in between. Mostly joyful, thankfully.
Like when he is a kissing bandit. He kisses all the ladies at school. On the lips. He looks forward to kissing you.
Or when he’s grunting any of the 21 words he knows. I try not to dwell on the fact that when Lu was his exact age, she knew over 100 words. He may be able to get by on his looks or that whole kissing thing.
Remember when I didn’t want to have another baby?
Milostones: Animal Sounds and Kisses
2010
10.29
10.29
As this blog is the only form of baby book I am keeping, I need to record that as of Tuesday, Milo says the following animal sounds:
- Cow (sometimes he just puckers his lips in a silent moo)
- Sheep
- Dog
- Pig/Chicken (some kind of oink/bock hybrid)
He also gives kisses: if you request one, he will lean into you, then pull back with a dramatic “mwah!” Oh, and he definitely understands English. When you ask him to sit down and drink his water, he complies (somewhat), and he will toddle over and hug Ramona or Clifford when directed.
Did I mention he’s the cutest baby ever? In case you don’t believe me:
Biter
2010
07.28
07.28
Did you start laughing the moment you read the title of this blog post?
It’s not funny.
It’s not funny when your son is either so impressed or pained by his new teeth that he bites anything within an inch of his mouth. The spoon or finger you are feeding him with. The fleshy part of your thigh as he pulls up on your leg. The arm of another child who happened to reach past Milo’s face (this generated an “incident report” at school). After he bites you/something, he grins as though to say “The world is so DELICIOUS.”
It’s not funny.
Naughty
2010
07.22
07.22
Milo is learning to be bad and mad. He crawls around trawling for the tiny, the sharp, the swallowable. When he finds it — which he always does, because all of Lucy’s favorites playthings are tiny, sharp, and swallowable — he will show it to you triumphantly, put it in his mouth, then motor away. Today I fished a dime out of his maw and he screamed furiously. I told him what a bad baby he was and then smooched his neck till he laughed and laughed. Some scolding. But he really is pretty naughty.
Pavlov’s Frog
2010
06.02
06.02
You would think, after having gone into a dumpster to look for Duck, I would know better than to give Milo a lovey. And yet, the sweetness of a baby’s attachment to his transitional object. Sigh. I give him Frog and instinctively, he buries his face in it and starts to suck his thumb. He even twirls and waves it like a pizza when he’s eating or trying to fall asleep (exactly like Lu).
This time around, I’m wiser: he already has two of them, I can get more at Target and they’ve been around for a while (I believe this is the same model of Frog that our little friend Niall uses as his lovey and that he set on fire at Christmas).
Zoo Cam
2010
05.19
05.19
We now know that Milo can pull himself up to a standing position in his crib. Which solves the mystery of how he got the baby monitor camera off the wall: a few days ago Jason saw Milo gazing into the camera as he held and pawed it like a toy, a disconcerting vista, to be sure.
Then yesterday, I spied him through the bars of the crib (camera now moved to bookshelf) as he pulled up and reached for the pictures hanging over his bed, and jumped up and down like a baby gorilla at the zoo.
Time to lower the crib, I think.
Did You Know…
2010
01.16
01.16
…that Milo is unusual? He is unusual because he is wacky. You know, he is always whacking everything! Maybe he is so unusual they will put him on the news.
