Milo and his future residence

He's even tried out the furniture:

Standing in the place where he is

Milo's been standing without holding on to anything for probably a couple of weeks now. He's not very confident about the whole thing, and when he notices he's doing it, he tends to stop.
So it's been hard to get it on film - but today we have an exclusive: the first free-standing Milo picture!

The birthday boy!

A whole year old. Who knew he'd make it this far?


As spring rolls around, Milo's thoughts turn to the outside: he loves to play on slides and touch plants and eat sticks and just generally be out of doors.

But never fear, there are good things about inside, too:



But we already knew that Milo rocks, right?

Sitting like big man

Milo is sick again - started out like the stomach flu again, though it hasn't been too vomit-y since then. This means his parents (one of whom is enjoying the same illness) do not have a lot of energy for recording his mostly still enormously cute antics. So here's one from not too long ago: Milo sitting on a stool. I guess stool sitting is pretty fun.

Milo and Jenny slide

It doesn't come through well in the video, but Milo loves sliding a whole lot. He will be very excited when he's old enough that we let him slide without at least having a hand on him.

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'.