Poor Milo is going on his second ear infection in less than a month. The antibiotics they gave him caused a skin reaction (though not an allergy, just a side effect) and didn't seem to do much so they swaped him to another drug. Hopefully it'll do the trick. He's been wailing in pain and tugging at his ear. Hopefully his immune system will be built up by the time he starts school.
Milo is a happy, squirmy, droolie baby and meets the definition of "busy boy." Changing his diaper takes mad ninja skills. Getting him dressed might as well be torture. He gets into everything. Outlet covers? Check. Cords? Check. Cat food? Check. Big brother's toys and art supplies? Check. And he would most definitely go for the kitty litter if he could. Milo, please stop trying to kill yourself!
He just discovered how to crawl up the stairs and cruises across all the furniture. He stands by himself for a few seconds before plopping to the floor and loves to push the wagon across the room. There isn't a sight much cuter than seeing my boy's chubby little thighs walk across the room. We'll see if he walks on his own before a year. He bounces and claps to music and it's rare to see him without a smile. He can also wave. We've introduced sippy cups but those are more fun to throw on the floor.
I'm also going to proclaim "mama" as his first word. He says it while looking at me with his arms stretched out, or when someone else is holding him and he wants me (and of course if he's hungry). I'm still nursing him in mornings and night but introduced formula during the day which he does fine with. I'm hoping to continue to nurse him past a year as long as he doesn't chomp down on me.
Milo tries to get in on all the action in daycare and tries to escape the baby gate into the classrooms. Like Collin, he doesn't seem to have inherited my shyness. It's funny how neither Mike and I are extroverts, yet we ended up with two little butterflies.
