HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY MILO
I was looking around for your delighted birthday tribute post and didn’t find it. bad Mommy. Well, no more.
Dear Milo,
You are feisty and funny as all heck. You are a huge source of joy. Your hugs are outstanding.
Oh, the drama! You fall to the floor fake-weeping if someone hurts your feelings or your body, and, just as swiftly bounce back. You like to kick things. between the drama and the kicking, we must enroll you in tiny kicker soccer class already.
You scream louder than I do. and that’s really saying something.
You believe in the spirit of abundance. You never say no to taking turns (the opposite of your big brother btw). often you want “two a lot more minutes” but you always share.
Your imagination is incredible. As a one year old, you frequently bit your toast or waffle into shapes and told us what they were (a mountain, a bat, a giraffe). Now, you can scare your big brother with stories of undetectable monsters.
Same boy, different car seats
Can one be both cautious and fearless? I mean you’re cautious of what other people want you to do. and fearless with your own ideas. You’ve been climbing high and falling far considering that before you could walk. អ្នកស្រលាញ់វា។
You are curious. You like to write letters and guess how to spell words. You are a master of puzzles.
For your third birthday, you only wanted to invite one little girl to your party. You cherish your friendship with Violet above all else. It is so pure and beautiful but also makes me nervous for your heart. What happens when sweet Violet chooses other toys or other friends? Why need to your eggs all be in her basket? I am especially kind to Violet in the hopes that it will prolong your delicate status as BFFs; you’re right, she’s a gem.
Vilo circa summer 2009
You love to dance. After seeing toy story 3 — which was entirely too mature and scary for you, sorry about that — you picked up a Latin Buzz Lightyear-inspired tango dance that was probably worth the price of admission for me. You also have several different developed dances: how kids dance, how girls dance, dancing with props, booty-shaking, and the popular after-bath-naked-dancing.
You are thoughtful and observant with a memory that’s rock-solid. You still like to tell the story of when “mommy got stuck in the backseat and called for help” (thanks child locks!) and that was over a year ago.
You waited until 18 months before you would try to walk. and as soon as you did, you mastered it: stood up in the middle of the room and walked across the house like it was no big whoop. Come to think of it, we didn’t know what color your hair would be until about then either.
I love to enjoy you grow and change every day and just wanted to capture a few of my thoughts and observations before you go and change again.
I could eat you up I love you so,
Mommy