Sweet

It seems like ages ago, but I didn't forget my promise... Here is a picture of Milo in his clothes for the funeral. I love that he looks like such a big boy in one way but still has the bink and Roff in tow. That is about right lately. In one moment he can seem like such a big boy and in the the next, he is still my little baby.

His vocabulary has grown exponentially in the last month. In fact, it is kind of shocking to both me and Mark. This weekend we were at the park and he almost tripped so I jumped toward him. He looked at me and said, "Don't worry Mommy. I OK." I told Mark about it but thought to myself that maybe I misunderstood him because it just seemed like such a big boy statement. I wasn't imagining it.

Later that night it was thundering so Scratch was freaking out. Milo went over to her, put his arm around her and started patting her on the back. He said, "Don't worry Scratch. It OK. I hug you." and then he proceeded to do just that - over and over. He is truly such a sweet, gentle boy lately (when he is not throwing a tantrum). When we were at the park, he was riding a spring horsey and every few minutes he would get off and sit in front of the horse. He would pat the horse's face and say, "you OK? you OK?" Sweet boy.

He is innovative too. This is his new favorite "chair" which he sits in while we play Guitar Hero or our new Beatles Rockband.


It has been a challenging few weeks in more ways than I can count but I have been making a point to take in the sweet moments - to stop, if only for a few seconds, and appreciate life. This following picture is from one of those moments. It was raining one morning and traffic was creeping down the Tollway. I looked back and saw this. Now how can you be frustrated when you are in a car with this view?