a series of notes too big for a post-it

Dear Milo,
I know I shouldn't pee in front of you, but it's going to happen. Mostly because you can't handle a shut door. Unless you, yourself, are shutting it. It's a fantastic game you play with yourself. Open, shut, turn knob, swing door between hands, oh so freakin' fun, shut, open, and again.

oh yeah, peeing...

so I flush the toilet, stand up and who comes rushing in with a toy in hand? oh I don't know...

and who decides to drop the toy into the toilet while it's flushing? oh I don't know....

and who -despite a plunger and a wire coat hanger (I SAID NO WIRE HANGERS!!) cannot dislodge said toy?

For future reference rising water in a toilet is not cool.

love,
mama

Dear Milo,
tonight I decided to invite a couple of friends over for dinner and girl convo/playdate for you and your friend Parker. At one point during the evening you find it funny to yell in your friend Parkers face and then promptly snatch his sippy cup out of his mouth.

you then happily suck away on the sippy cup as if it belongs to you. As if you don't have plenty of sippy cups of your own. As if you don't prefer the bottle. As if it's going to take many more months to wean you from that damn bottle. As if I'm not sure if it's me or you who is having a hard time bottle weaning. wait...what??

Milo, this is how syphilis is spread. Knock it off.

love,
mama


Dear Milo,
speaking of syphilis, you had your first kiss today. Let me clarify. Your first man kiss.

So during said playdate/ladies night in, you and your friend Parker were playing quite nicely on the floor. Parker was taking a moment, laying down on his back. You then, very quickly, bent down and put your forehead to his and then sweetly mashed lips.

Nobody in the room missed this moment. Oh I wish my camera had caught this sight!! But, because I'm a parent, and I have to parent you on what is appropriate (please hold your laughter) I have to inform you on the concept of personal space.

Next time, please ask your intended if they have syphilis.

love,
mama

I'm kind of a big deal around here...

Postcard Idea

Dear Husbands,

So right after this picture was taken, flying nannies swooped in, took the babies, fed them organically grown vegtables and tofu, and then so to nappy time. Meanwhile, us mommies took our tops off and had a well-deserved Long Island Ice Tea. Wish you were here!

love,

the real housewives of Calvert County

I'm this short of Awesome

Doesn't it look like he's taking this pic himself?

Pow Wow

Today the Easy's checked out our first ever Pow Wow. Milo and co. got to see all sorts of attractions...see below... Too hot for pants! Yes, and no shoes...still working on that one! He's not the biggest fan of wearing shoes...

Milo demonstrated "nice touches" with the mini horsy!

Fun dancing, festive costumes, beautiful music...

Yes, he's a real bird!



Milo was mesmorized by the dancing and hypnotic drum beats. Look closely, you'll see his hand stamp which is not from the night before...I swear...

"WhooPs"

So, these shots were taken a month or so ago...but I just figured out how to upload video. Yes, people, I have discovered a whole new world! Milo in 4D...can you handle it? I find the cutest and most memorable times are in a high chair...

Your zen moment...

Poo and other Sh*t

Dear Milo,

Today you have successfully passed poo 4 times.

Do you think tomorrow you could take the day off? I'm not asking for much...just let all those vitamins and minerals from the food I'm (forcing you to eat through doggie inspired cat vomit smelling Gerber jarred up food) lovingly making by scratch sans salt get good and marinated with your growing bones, strong muscles and beautiful (10!) teeth...

and then we could revisit the poo, say...Saturday afternoonish?

sweet.

So, in other thoughts, by the time you read this, you should find this post quite funny. For, unless you are able to google your name by the time you're 5, you won't know of how awesomely funny your mother can be. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will begin the long journey of being embarrassed by your parents. Welcome to.

It'll sort of be like a 30th birthday present...Happy Birthday SoN!! Here's the URL to a blog that I've kept since you were born! Isn't it AWESOME!!

And this will be funny, because by then, you may possible have made me a grandma. HELL YEAH! And you'll be thinking, wow, my mom...even WAY BACK THEN, had a sense of humor!

If you don't share in the humor....then obviously you were switched at the hospital by that funny looking nurse who kept coming in to check on dilation...("I said Chardonney, NOT epidural!!")

too much?? alright, this seems like a good place to stop anyhow.

dilation.

happy 30th!

ps If you poo tomorrow, I'll still love you...We can negotiate on something else...say, you sleeping 14 hours at night...yes?