Sunday, August 9, 2009
Can You Tell He's Wearing Pull-Up's
Miss. Marcia told us Milo is ready for Pull-Up's. And what Miss. Marcia says we do.
Accident
So, yet again, while daddy was away (DC United vs. Real Madrid match) Milo got hurt under mommy's watchful eyes. Mommy, Willa, Milo & Finley went for a walk. Milo wanted to go to the "waterfall" so we headed over there and ran around and had fun. Milo was bent over putting Finn's leash on the post I use to secure him when he lost his balance and toppled head first onto the pavers around the water. There was blood. And a bit of panic. But mommy manged to get everyone home and cleaned up before daddy got home.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Poop in the Tub
Twice this has happened to mommy. Well, to Milo but with mommy supervising. The first time mommy ran into the bedroom and suddenly Milo was yelling. In the tub was lots of, umm, poop stones, floating around. Milo was trying to run from them but was creating waves and the poop was headed his way. He literally lept into my arms so the poop wouldn't touch him.
Mommy: Why didn't you tell me you needed to poop.
Milo: I dunno know.
The second time Milo asked to go potty. Mommy pulled him out of the tub, dried him off, sat him on the toilet and waited. He pushed and pushed and said he didn't really have to go. So, mommy put him back in the tub. A second later KERPLUNK. Big 'ol poop hits the water. Mommy fished it out and flushed it down the toilet.
This is why daddy gives the baths.
Mommy: Why didn't you tell me you needed to poop.
Milo: I dunno know.
The second time Milo asked to go potty. Mommy pulled him out of the tub, dried him off, sat him on the toilet and waited. He pushed and pushed and said he didn't really have to go. So, mommy put him back in the tub. A second later KERPLUNK. Big 'ol poop hits the water. Mommy fished it out and flushed it down the toilet.
This is why daddy gives the baths.
Beach Baby
You spent a week at the Rehoboth beach with grandma and poppy, Aunt Beth & Coco Glenn, Aunt Karen, Uncle Matt, the boys & the West Coast Erlichman's. It was mostly up's (great house, good weather, Uncle Matt's pancakes, yummy meals, new shoes for Milo) and some downs (ear infection that kept Willa up from sunset to sunrise, broken fridge, a windy last day on the beach.) Milo conquered Funland. Willa napped on her aunts. We shopped. Had Thrashers, Royal Treat, and Dolle's. And really good coffee.
Gentle
What mommy finds herself saying to Milo all the time in dealing with Willa: gentle, gentle, gentle, gentle, gentle, gentle.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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