I regret to inform you that this morning I discovered that Milo is slowly but surely going bald. When I lifted him out of his crib this morning, it appeared that a shedding cat had been sleeping under his head… but to make matters worse, I am joining him. Alas, the inevitable post-pregnancy hair loss has finally caught up to me. For the first time in a year, I have started shedding. It’s so sad, I really liked that hair!
So, is Milo doomed not only to be a fat, but also as bald as Homer Simpson? See for yourself…
(Me, at four months= fat + bald)
(Andrew at nearly the same age= fat + hairy)
Maybe there’s still hope.
With Andrew in San Francisco for the weekend (assistant teaching an executive MBA class through Wharton), I am reminded how important family is to me. Mornings are “daddy time” for Milo, and a time where I can get some much-needed sleep! Although I thoroughly enjoy cuddling in bed with Milo until he is awake for the day, I know Milo gets so much out of his daddy time. He really responds to Andrew’s high-energy, animated style of parenting. As I have said to many, Mom is business to Milo, where Dad is FUN!
As you can see, it is wonderful seeing them together. Andrew, we miss you!
I’m perpetually behind with posting, but hopefully now that I have access to a computer daily (yay!) I will be able to post more often. This is a good thing, as it seems like every time I look at Milo, he is accomplishing another milestone or… gaining another pound. He is now 16 pounds! I think for a ten-week-old this is a bit excessive, but he is thriving and healthy, and generally just very sturdy, so all is well.
We survived our first weekend visit with cousins Elizabeth and Ava on November 3. Kristin brought the girls down from D.C. for a fun-filled afternoon and dinner. Milo got lots of love, kisses, and pokes and prods to the eye socket, and I got some much-needed girl time with Kristin. We attempted a photo shoot which seemed to go alright at first:
Only to discover that Milo will tolerate this for only about 2 seconds:
Yes, Lizzy has the right idea- outta here!
Despite how it looks, the visit was a success, and we can’t wait to travel to Ohio next week for Thanksgiving to visit with family again. The car ride is going to be another story. Milo hates his carseat (aren’t babies supposed to fall asleep in them?) and quickly turns hysterical, red, and sweaty when left in it for any amount of time over 10 minutes. Oh, boy! That, combined with a dog that vomits on nearly every car trip should prove to be fun. Still, we can’t wait!
I’m starting this blog a little late; better late than never. Milo will be 2 months old on Tuesday. He seems to have woken up to the world lately and is smiling, interacting with us, and entertaining himself.
Best of all, he looks like he is made of muffins: