Okay, so I wish I had a better excuse for not updating this blog. You know, something along the lines of, “I’m too busy to blog because Milo’s baby modeling career has really taken off,” or better yet, “I’m too busy to blog because I’m flying to New York to discuss the details of my multi-million dollar business venture.” But really, as you have probably already figured out, the reality is far,far less glamorous (and far,far less profitable). My daily activities include trying to convince Milo that his napping in the crib (or just napping) is better for everyone (an excellent cardiovascular activity, if you’re wondering), and convincing Maggie that licking Milo ALL OVER HIS FACE is not okay. And, as of 30 seconds ago, you can add “trying to convince Milo that drinking from the dog’s water bowl is also NOT OKAY.”
Here’s a little slice of my day: it took me 1 1/2 hours to puree Milo's sweet potatoes today. No, this does not include thesuggested one-hour baking time. The lovely Annabel Karpel, author of “100 Baby Purees” (really? 100? Each with a different recipe?) will confidently tell you that the preparation time for this puree is “none.” I can confidently tell you that Ms. Karpel does not have an 8-month-old who just escaped from his gated fortress and is hightailing it down the hallway. Again and again.
Anyway, now that the sweet potatoes have been pureed and are securely nestled in their ice cube trays, I promise to at least think about updating this blog more often.
And in case you’re wondering, Milo did not actually drink from the dog bowl. Of course I scooped him up before his eager little body got to it. Come on, people, even I’m not that lax. Ed, on the other hand…who knows what happens when I’m not around?
So Milo has this new Exersaucer - dubbed "The Office" when my niece and nephew were in theirs - which provides him with minutes of fun at a time, and allows us a window of time to do non-Milo activities. While there are a number of toys that jiggle, shake and sing, he really only has eyes for one of these toys. I've tried positioning him in front of other toys, but it's only a matter of minutes - seconds, really - before he's zipped around to face his beloved, frantically trying to shove it into his mouth for a wet welcome-back kiss. Before long, he'll get himself worked up into quite a frenzy, grunting and wailing at his his little purple friend. I've made the mistake of thinking he's done with that toy and simply wants to be moved to another one - perhaps the school bus that giggles when you hit a button, or the puppy that sings "Pop Goes the Weasel"... but it's zip zip zip back to his fave. I've tried cutting him off cold turkey when he's gotten too keyed up, too, but after feigning interest in another toy for a minute or two, he's clamoring for it again. I guess it is better than that school bus with the creepy laughing, though....
Finally, a break in the eat-sleep-poop-cry cycle! Milo's smiles and coos become much more frequent, and he starts doin' stuff. Hands are discovered and rolls of fat are abundant.
First Giants Game First Muni Ride Visit from Grandma Vivienne Easter Sunday, San Francisco-style Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!
