And the Cat's in the Cradle

At the foot of my bed is a tiny holding pen for tiny people.  An abandoned burp-cloth lies over one side.  Over another is a friendly-dinosaur blanket, keeping only the cold plastic of the pen warm.  A discarded pacifier rests on top of a water-free, water-resistant cloth. Two legs of the pen are propped up on Steven King books, throwing the whole lot at an uneasy angle.

A jungle-themed swing sits, motionless, two feet from the books.  A friendly monkey invites no one to his solitary party.

It's like the life force has been drained from room.

Which it has.

That's right.  Little Milo is sleeping, right this very minute, in his crib.
In his bedroom.
Across the hall.
With the door shut.

It's a fact.  Little Milo's growing up.  First he moves out of our room.  Next thing you know....



Man, real tears, every time from that song.

Boy's Night,

Don't tell Megan (aka Mommy).

Megan had her first night out.  She went out with a couple friends from for some well earned Margaritas.  No girls in the house?  Party til you puke!... Or at least until you spit up a little bit.  It was my first time all alone with Milo.  Megan's been in the other room before, but not out of the house.  She left me with Milo's dinner, second dinner, and, in an emergency, third dinner, freshly pumped, labeled and dated in the fridge. 

Well, let's just say this party got underway when Milo finished the first bottle.  That boy cannot handle his milk.  I didn't realize his tolerance was so low.  Milo basically passed out, totally milk-drunk, right on the floor.  He woke up a few times for some rounds of change-the-diaper and I'm-sick-of-tummy-time-already-daddy-geez.  Overall, no (permanent) injuries, plus this incriminatingly adorable (adorably incriminating?) picture.

Milo, buddy, know your limit

The Proper Way to Measure a Squirming Object

While popular belief holds that superpowers don't manifest themselves until the teens, this household is a little advanced. In this household, much like the Parr household, powers can show up early. His first power, obviously, is his innate mastery over the Cute.

(the Cute is strong with this one)

His second power, however, is a little less obvious. He was born a very normal 20.5 inches. No obvious power yet. His next measurement, a mere four days later, read 19.5 inches. "Yes," I thought, "he can shrink, like the Atom or Ant-Man!" While admittedly, not the coolest of all powers, still at least a 6.

Then, four weeks later, he pulls a 21.25. He's not just shrinking, he can stretch or shrink at will! Not entirely sure if this makes him a Giant-Man or a Mr. Fantastic, but I'll take it either way.