Another successful cousin visit! Not only did the cousins enjoy each other, the brothers (Andrew and Ryan) proved their manliness by successfully unclogging a sink drain while flexing their muscles and grunting. Much was accomplished, including more poking and lots of kisses (open-mouthed, cousin kisses… I think we have a problem)…
The introduction of mechanized baby equipment to Milo, which hypnotized our little guy with all of its music, motion, mirrors, and moving creatures above his head (really, thank you Ryan & Kristin- while Milo was zombie-ized, I have been able to get more done around the house today than I have in an entire week!)…
And the invention of a very dangerous game:
This “game” only looks good to people with as many doctors in their family as this family. Stitches? No problem, just hop up on the sink/tailgate of a truckbed/countertop! Does this look like a bad idea to anyone else out there?
Needless to say, Milo enjoyed his calm bath time with lots of smiles. Naked Milo is my favorite! He also continues to show more promise with grasping and interacting with his toys. The purple bird rattle in the background, lovingly named “Purple Birdie,” is his favorite toy to grasp and throttle, but he seems to really love to converse with his fish mobile. I love to eavesdrop on these one-sided conversations that involve a lot of cooing, squealing, and giggles. But after a while, Milo gets kind of mad that these fish aren’t answering any of his questions about the meaning of life, etc. I’m not really looking forward to the day Milo realizes that these fish are stuck in perpetual smile-land, and they aren’t just smiling at him.
Other milestones Milo has achieved (since I started this blog late for him)- “standing” on our laps, holding his head steady, following voices/objects by turning his head, and lifting his head when on his stomach. However, “tummy time” is not a favorite of Milo’s. He will tolerate this for a couple of minutes, then bury his nose face-down and start screaming like he is smothering himself. It is so disturbing, I tend to avoid doing this to him, though I know we are supposed to put him on his tummy several times a day. I don’t think he is suffering too much, though, since he is holding his head up so well otherwise. Okay, enough of this “my baby is amazing” stuff.
Thanksgiving is in three days, which means the car trip from Hell is in two… wish us luck!