Ghost Bean

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This child is hilarious.

First, this. Oh, and let us not forget this (scroll down to the last picture on this one).

Now, instead of the eyeball, it’s Ghost Bean. This is what Milo calls a dried white bean left over from one of the Halloween crafty things he did at school last October. Ghost Bean survived nearly 8 months at the back of a kitchen drawer, only to be discovered by curious digging hands (likely searching for a lolly). Ghost Bean now reads stories, shares the special story chair, listens to music, and drifts off to sleep upon clouds of white.

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Correction: Ghost Bean enjoyed about 3 days/nights of this royal treatment before being thrown across the room in a fit of rage, only to split in half, as flung beans do. Good-night Ghost Bean. Good night.

Naptime

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Every day, at around one o’clock, our house becomes quiet. Milo takes a siesta in his room, usually happy to escape the 90-mile-per-hour speed at which he lives his toddler life for a couple of hours. Oliver and I then snuggle in for a nap of our own. Usually this means I am getting up-to-speed with emails and anything else I can before Oliver wakes up. But oh, the glorious time we spend together is priceless. Having Oliver snuggled up next to me like a little sweet-smelling warm sack of flour… gooey flour… wonderful. And then when Milo wakes up, we are three.

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… oh, wait… we are four. Cursed eyeball.*

*I swear I did not plant the eyeball. After our little photo shoot, after we had all gone downstairs, I ran back up to retrieve my cell phone from the nightstand and this caught my eye. Ha, ha. Literally. Just had to take one more picture.

Oh, My Link

Milo has become quite the magician lately.
He cast a spell on his “link” collection, willing them to be with him always.

Yes, Milo has moved on from the loss of his small foam 8. He no longer yearns for his two-holed companion. One zero shape is enough for him now. Instead of a blankie, pacifier, or stuffed animal, Milo has become extremely attached to carrying around a link. Luckily he seems to have no preference any one particular link. Any link will do… green and bumpy, blue and wavy, black with red polka dots, or black-and-white striped. Generally, Milo chooses a different link each day to cherish. Today it was the green and bumpy one. This is where Green and Bumpy Link went today:

Chosen from a pile of all different sorts of links, Green and Bumpy started its day at 6am.
Clutched in the hand while reading several books first thing in the morning.
Held while Milo ate some peach, banana, and oatmeal babyfood.
Had to be rinsed off after getting pretty sticky.
Dragged around the kitchen while Mom cleaned up and Milo listened to music, practiced pulling up, and went through our recycling bin once again.
Accidentally dropped into the recycling bin.
Recovered by Mom after Milo panicked and started to cry.
Taken into the living room for some play time.
Was not put down while Milo played with various other toys, sometimes with the same hand that Green and Bumpy occupied.
Upstairs for a nap, still not put down.
Waking up from nap one hour later, clutched in Milo’s hand while also holding onto the crib standing up, Green and Bumpy was used to bang against the crib to make more noise to get Mom’s attention.
Toted to story hour at Canton Library.
Not put down, not even while Milo held the bells required for a couple of songs, not even after story hour when Milo was free to explore all sorts of other toys, crawling and clutching a mastered skill.
Taken on a stroller ride with friend Ben after story hour.
Held while eating blueberry and apple babyfood and drinking milk.
Held at the park swinging for a half-hour, waved through the air in joy.
Gripped tightly in the sleeping fist of baby in carseat on the way back home.
Carted from room-to-room while Mom cleaned and baby played.
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I mean, I could go on and on. I kid you not, this baby carried that link around ALL day with him. He would not put it down during his bath. I had to pry it free and let him hold it in his other hand while I washed the hand that held Link all day. He even held it while nursing. He cried when Andrew took it away from him, and immediately stopped when he gave it back. If he accidentally dropped Link, he went back for it before moving on. He is holding onto it right now, as he sleeps in his crib. Yesterday it was Smooth and Purple Link, but I found her discarded beside Milo’s crib this morning. He was so over her. But Green and Bumpy Link… ah, new love.

As Mary put it today, Milo definitely marches to the beat of his own drum. Well said.

One Link-free picture, taken on Thursday:

Father’s Day we had a fantastic time. Andrew, Milo, and I drove to Georgetown and checked out some neighborhoods just North of Andrew’s office (one favorite is just 2 miles north of his office on the river, which would be great for a quick commute on a bike). We then had lunch on the Potomac and walked around to enjoy the lovely weather and our family.

If you look closely, you can see Milo’s chosen link for Father’s day- Wavy Yellow


I apologize for not giving Andrew the recognition he so deserves on Father’s Day. Really, every day is a good day to say thank you to a man who amazes me daily. From the very start, Andrew has been a natural. He knows consistency is key in parenting, and is the most tender, loving father I have ever seen. He also knows how to make Milo laugh like no one else. He senses when I desperately need a break, and gives me time to regroup or even sleep. He supports my decisions, and challenges me to look at the big picture. He often knows what will work for Milo long before I do, but voices his opinions on parenting in such a diplomatic way, and waits patiently for me even when he knows it will work (i.e., letting Milo cry a little bit longer so he can teach himself how to sleep on his own; moving his crib out of our bedroom, which resulted in instantaneous better sleep for all three of us; keeping up trying solid foods and the sippy cup instead of giving up…. the list goes on and on). Andrew kisses and hugs his son, reads to him, plays his guitar and harmonica and sings for him, dances around like a goof, talks to him, sits on the stoop with him, feeds him, tickles him, and teaches him. He is the greatest dad, and Milo and I are the luckiest people in the world to have him.

Okay, this post is officially waaaaaay too long. But for those of you who are hear for the pictures, here are a couple to satisfy you.

Yesterday, Milo practiced the new and favorite skill of page-turning. He loves books…

… And the camera!

Bum-boree

First of all, yes, that’s the 8. The 8 is still in play, and even comes on stroller rides with us.

Moving on… Milo had a great time today with his best buddy Ben, who turns 1 tomorrow. We went to an activity playzone where you pay $5 to let your kid demolish the entire place in a couple of hours… moonbouncers, giant pirate ship with scary-fast slide, and giant dollhouse included. Although they were a little unsure at first, both were crawling and exploring within 10 minutes.

A favorite: little ride-ons of the bee and cow variety. Milo picked the longhorn…
…after reminiscing about his weekend in Kentucky
The giant doll house was also a hit. It was nicer than the house we live in (and probably bigger), with hardwood floors, tons of windows, and a castle tower… but who’s counting? Milo and Ben explored inside while I hung out peering in through the windows.
Look, Mom, these windows actually open and close!
Don’t ask me where this sudden rage came from…
Psycho baby trying to escape. I think he looks like a giant baby-monster about to devour anyone who gets in the way of his milkie

Mary and Ben after conquering the slide

So we had a great day today, again. Thanks, Mary, for donning socks, paying our way, and being just a great friend. You are the best, and Ben is lucky to have you for a mommy!

And we are definitely making progress in the weaning arena. We are down to three nursing sessions per day (5am, 8am, and 6:30pm), and though Milo is not happy at the 2-3am hour, he is making the transition well. I also got him to drink formula out of a sippy cup (after quite a fight). So no, I won’t be following Milo to college, or even kindergarten at this rate. And though the thought of no nursing kind of makes me sad, as it is such a special time that we share, I will be happy to have a bit more independence and we can plan for the next… bum!

Country Bumpkin

Ah, the puns keep coming. Will they ever end?
This past weekend Milo enjoyed the hills of Kentucky when we packed up and made the 9-hour drive to Mt. Sterling for our friends’ wedding. We left at 3am on Thursday morning and Milo was an angel for the entire drive. Come to think of it, he was pretty awesome for the entire trip. The only time he really became fussy was two hours after his bedtime, and even then he wasn’t unbearable. Andrew was in the wedding, so I took Milo back to the hotel each night at around 9pm, where he fell asleep in his pack-n-play pretty much right away every time. He even took some pretty solid naps there!

During the day, we hung out at the wedding site (Cat’s grandparents’ home) and explored the country. Though the forecast called for rain, we got lucky and enjoyed beautiful weather. Milo showed off his new standing skills:
And discovered the foliage on the beautiful property:
Milo with the beautiful bride at Thursday night’s dockside party:At the reception during sunset with Andrew and Washington, D.C. friend Jim (who helped us immensely with Milo during dinner so we could both eat at the same time… imagine!):

And Milo having a fit of giggles pre-breakdown (this was literally 10 minutes before I decided we had to leave before the squeals of exhaustion called the wild dogs:
He is holding the letter “O,” a favorite toy. Since then Milo has moved on to a blue letter “8″ and has been carrying it around with him ALL DAY. It’s hilarious. I’m not exaggerating when I say that he takes his 8 everywhere. Even when I left the room and he panicked and tried to crawl after me as fast as possible, but he went back for his 8, stuck it in his mouth like a dog, and then crawled after me. Milo also holds his 8 out to me for me to bite, then takes it back, laughing, so he can bite it himself, and on and on. What a fun game. While Milo sits playing with other toys, his 8 sits within reach. He is sitting by the front door right now with his 8 beside him. Who would have known an 8 could be so wonderful?

But I digress…

Here is Milo at one of four, yes FOUR, trips to the Cracker Barrel next door to our hotel. Give me a break, people. This was Kentucky (we tried to walk somewhere with Milo in the backpack but didn’t get far when we realized there were no sidewalks anywhere and absolutely no way to cross the streets). I don’t think we had ever been in one of these restaurants before… Andrew asked for a beer when we went there for lunch the first day. They laughed in his face in a “oh, poor city folk” kind of way. Needless to say, we vowed for the fat-fest to be over as soon as we left KY. We did learn an interesting fact there, though. Milo LOVES egg yolk. (I know you’re not supposed to feed babies egg white until they are a year old… but for some reason the yolk is fine… something to do with allergies). Anyway, he loved his yolk. He also willingly ate almost all the baby food I brought with us. Sweet potatoes, blueberries and apples, pears, plain whole milk yogurt, and of course bananas, all devoured like only a baby starving to death would do. Oh, yeah. And he drinks water from a straw now. Still working on the sippy cup idea, but we may just skip that stage and go to the straw-in-cup-with-lid idea. I know he’s goofy, but what do you expect from someone who chooses the number 8 to fall in love with?