Milo’s First Christmas

Merry Christmas! Milo survived his first, arriving at Uncle Ryan’s and Aunt Kristin’s house well-rested despite the previous night’s church-bell disruption (the church across the street decided to ring their bells over 150 times at midnight… yes, we counted, it was hard not to when our entire house was vibrating with every chime). We enjoyed a feast of brunch (delicious, Kristin, thank you!), a family-friendly cartoon about the facts of life (don’t ask), present-opening, and playing with cousins. Milo has now gotten used to Ava’s eye-pokes and has learned to close his eyes before actual contact. At least she is predictable, coming at Milo with a pointer finger in slow-motion from across the room, and we can save Milo’s eyesight for the time-being.

Some pictures from the special day:
Our baby-genius, already reading at 4 months:
Getting some love from Cousin Ava:
Kristin, loaded down with kids- watch out, this is a sign of things to come. This woman is amazing! She cooks, she works, she welcomes chaos into her home, she carries 4 children at once! The mystery baby will be joining his/her sisters and cousins in April… is it a boy? Is it a girl? Tell Aunt Lauren… PLEASE!

Thank you everyone for sending Milo so many Christmas presents! He is enjoying them all, and becoming more spoiled by the minute! We are looking forward to a visit from Aunt Krista and cousin Charlie at the end of next month…

Here Comes Christmas!

Well, I’m sorry to say that I messed up on the video of Milo in his doorway jumper… apparently we don’t have the software to rotate the video (I took it sideways and so it shows up sideways- whoops). So that will have to wait. But for now…
Here is one of the many mess-ups of our Christmas card photos. I actually like it, Proudie yawning and Milo looking at her. I was pleased with the results overall. After all, trying to get Milo to sit still, Proudie to sit on Andrew’s lap, and for us to both be looking at the camera without producing “stroke face” while Andrew rushed back from setting the camera timer was no small feat. So we survived our first family Christmas photo. Who knows what next year’s will bring!
Here is a picture of the sweet little man before venturing out to survive the last of the Christmas shopping. Thanks to Jonathan and Amanda for supplying us with the adorable outfit!

And last, but not least, pictures from last night. We traveled down to D.C. to have a congratulatory dinner for one of Andrew’s friends from University of Maryland. As you can see, Milo was quite the well-behaved gentleman, sitting beside his dad and trying his best to contribute to the dinner conversation.

We will miss family and friends in Ohio for Christmas this year. You are all in our thoughts! We miss you!

Happy Holidays

I do have pictures to post, but my camera is acting up and I can’t seem to upload images right now, but as soon as my tech-savvy husband gets home from D.C., I will make him help me. Besides, I am still trying to get a video of Milo laughing, which he does quite often now, but whenever I stick the camera in his face, he becomes mesmerized and stops laughing. Go figure. Maybe I’ll catch him off guard and you’ll get a video for my next post.

Anyway, things are going really well for us. I am really enjoying Milo at this age (he is exactly 15 weeks old today). He is so much more self-sufficient, entertaining himself in his doorway jumper for 1/2 hour here, 20 minutes there, etc. He is also content to play with toys on his own for a while, or to just sit on my lap while I eat, do paperwork, or answer emails. It makes life so much easier. The house is clean, I feel well-rested (despite Milo still not sleeping for more than 5 hours at a time, I take the occasional nap with him during the day), Christmas presents are sent, and I even had time to bake cookies for 9 of our closest neighbors, order holiday cards, and fold laundry! Milo is so much more content now. He loves going for walks, being read to, and listening to music. Plus, he usually takes 2 naps a day, so I can have a few little chunks of time to myself. In the evenings, Andrew and I switch off Milo-duty and take turns going to the gym for an hour each. I find this time so rejuvenating, being able to work out and have some time to myself. It’s funny, after an hour of working out, on my way home, I get so excited to see Milo again! I really don’t get sick of being a mom. It’s great. And I am counting my blessings now, during this brief “easy” period with Milo, because I know the mobility will bring with it all sorts of new challenges. I have a feeling he will be crawling before I am ready! But for now, I will enjoy my happy, giggly, immobile baby.

I did have my first mean-stranger-baby-advice today. I took Milo to the local library, and as we were browsing the “new fiction” aisle (for me, not him), Milo began to fuss, making his “I’m tired” noises. Carrying him in his front-carrier (his preferred method of transport), I started gently bouncing him, which quieted him temporarily. I noticed out of the corner of my eye an elderly lady sitting at a table nearby turn around and look at us. She then did this again. Milo was not making much noise, but I smiled apologetically this time, as she looked pretty annoyed. She then turned around a third time and said, “I’m not upset that he’s making noise, I’m worried that he is choking. You need to put him up on your shoulder and pat his back before he chokes,” in a really nasty tone! I assured her that he was fine, that those were the sounds he makes when he is about to fall asleep. She proceeded to tell me that I really shouldn’t carry him like that, that he could choke (I have no idea how she got this impression, he was just in a front-carrier, but I continued to be polite). I thanked her, and assured her that he was fine, to which she responded sarcastically, “Well I’m sorry I said anything about it,” then kept muttering under her breath! I was so taken aback by her rude tone that I just moved on to a different section, but geez! Maybe she was just cranky, but she was just so mean. Anyway, I’ve heard of this unwanted advice, but had yet to receive any. You know, the kind of advice that is unwarranted as well as unwanted, coming from a complete stranger who thinks she knows your child better than you do. I think I handled it gracefully, and learned a valuable lesson… that I will NEVER do this to a new mom!

GIVE ME MY MILK-IE!!!!!!
Despite how it looks, Milo and I had a great time together while Andrew was in San Francisco for the past three days. We are thrilled to have him back home, though. While he was gone, Milo learned how to surf on the homemade pillow surfboard sent by Cousins Jada and Jason. I don’t think he’s quite ready for the open seas, though. And keep your “beached whale” comments to yourselves, please.

Well, we’re off to brave the holiday shopping fiasco like millions of other lunatics around the country… wish us luck!

Blah Humbug

The last two days have been spent just lazing around the house. I still haven’t completely kicked this stomach bug, plus the weather has been unpleasant, so we are holed up in here. For anyone who knows me, this is usually not a good thing. I usually get stir crazy pretty easily, but for some reason I feel like I’m becoming more of a homebody since having Milo. So, not the worst thing in the world to be at home. We get to take lots of naps and play and take baths together… so much fun!

In fact, I’ve been so entertained by Milo that I forget how fast the days fly by until I realize, like now, that it is 5:30pm! This morning, Milo discovered the keys hanging in the back door when I let Proudie out. He looked at them swinging there in the lock, giggled, turned his face into my shoulder like he was shying away from a stranger, then looked back at them and giggled again. What is this fascination with inanimate objects, and why does he try to socialize with them? I don’t know, but it’s pretty funny.

Milo has also discovered his hands. He stares at them, puts them together in various ways, weaves his fingers together. He gets this concerned look on his face like he is concentrating so hard. Poor little guy, such a simpleton. And, of course, the doorway jumpster. I am finally getting a little bit done around the house thanks to this thing. Billy, Annie, you guys rock. Best present ever. He really gets going on that thing. The funny thing is, when he is ready to get out, he starts whining and kicking, which makes him bounce more, which makes him angrier, etc. Obviously I don’t let this go on for any amount of time, but it is funny to see.

Alright. Obviously, nothing is going on here. I’ll post some new pictures soon.