Saturday in the park with Milo

We had beautiful weather on Saturday, and spent some time at the park. Enough time that I can milk it for several posts.

Eleven month update (a bit belated)

At eleven months, Milo has become a pointer. Generally, we tell him the name of the thing he's pointing at. "That's Mommy, Milo." "That's the light again, Milo." "That's the outside world." He spent a solid two or three weeks of month ten not feeling well: stomach flu, ear infection, still ear infection, diarrhea from the antibiotics - but he seems fine now. His appetite's certainly come back strong; he's very interested in anything we're eating. Tonight, in addition to baby food style sweet potatoes, he had some cheese, toast with hummus, pear, and a couple of bites of taco.

For a while it seemed like he had finally learned a trick we could show off to people: we could ask him where our noses were and he would identify them, but when we took the show on the road, so to speak, it fizzled. I think we may have confused him by trying to teach him 'mouth'.

Great Expectations

Milo enjoyed seeing his Grammy and Grampy this Presidents' day weekend. He didn't so much enjoy the projectile vomiting, the cough, or the runny nose. You win some, you lose some.

Hats!

It is an unalterable law of the universe: it's cute to wear the same sort of hat your child is wearing.

From the archives: Milo and the menorah

Milo dares to eat a pear

Hold on, shloopy

Milo's a bit on the clingy side these days. Maybe it's because he really loves the plaid pants?