Milo, Milo, and more Milo

The (mini) Blizzard of 2009.

We woke up to a LOT of snow this morning! Daycare was closed, the busses were just not happening, and we all stayed home. Daddy and Milo spent most of the morning playing basketball, watching Sesame Street, and napping, while Mommy worked. But around 4:00, we all tromped outside together to play in the snow.

The car was piled awfully high!

Milo helped Daddy shovel lots of snow.

 

He was determined to dig out the car. I wonder, will he think shoveling is this much fun when he's 15?

 

Unlike the usual Colorado snow, this stuff was wet enough to make into snowballs!

 

Milo was armed and dangerous. Ready . . .

Aim . . .

 

FIRE!

And . . . payback!

 

At least he had a snack to eat while he contemplated the descent.

Maaaaahhhhtttt!!!!!

That was Milo's heartbroken cry on Sunday, when Uncle Matt said "bye bye" and flew back to Florida.

Yes, as far as Milo is concerned, Matt hung the moon. Or at least threw the globe-ball.

When they weren't shooting hoops and tossing beach balls around together, Milo and Matt compared noses.

Come back soon, Uncle Matt! We all miss you.

Chag sameach Purim!

We're a little late in filing the Purim report this year - many apologies. Mommy and Daddy went on a hut trip for the occasion, so Milo celebrated by spending three full days with Grandma S-J & Grandpa Bill. They all had a great time, although G'ma and G'pa were pretty exhausted by the time Milo went home.

Milo helped Grandma bake hamentaschen.

 

He was a pretty cute little pastry sous-chef.

 

Then he got dressed up in his hamentaschen-eating costume!

 

Batman really, really, really likes hamentaschen.

 

At the synagogue Purim carnival, Milo was all about the Basket-BOOP.

 

 

He and his buddy, Sophia, played a little one-on-one. Neither one of them was quite tall enough to reach the hoop, so they made up their own rules.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Recent unseasonably warm days have given Milo an opportunity to try out the snazzy trike his friends Miles and Macy passed down to him. He's been eyeing it for a while, pointing and exclaiming "BIKE!" when he sees it in the garage. He liked to drag it around, ring the green bell, and turn the wheels, but he wouldn't sit still on the seat. Until now!

As you can see below, he's a natural at the whole cycling thing. He doesn't quite get the concept of pedaling, but he still has a few months to train before the Tour.

18 months!

Milo is a year and a half old. How the time has flown! He seems like such a little person now, working on counting and ABCs, colors and shapes, animals, and more. He's constantly babbling away about football, baseball, baskeball, Obama, and Michael (the guy fixing his grandparents' fence. Weird toddler obsessions . . . .).

His recent doctor's appointment confirmed what we knew: he's still really tall, pretty skinny, and completely adorable. Once again, he took his shots with nary a whimper (although he's howling as I type right now, fighting sleep for some inexplicable reason).

Milo seems to understand most of what we say to him now, and he sometimes even listens to us. Below, he demonstrates his backwards walking skills, as well as remarkable patience with a poorly designed toy. He does get a little distracted towards the end.

We've had some amazing weather lately, allowing for some great outdoor play time. Yesterday, Milo and his buddy Julian met up at the park. They went down the big red slide together.

I didn't get video of the tandem effort, but here's one of Milo making a solo descent.

The boys also joined Steve and Alex, Julian's mommy, for an exciting game of football. The teams were Toddlers In Ill-fitting Head/Eyewear v. Amused Parents. Bet you can guess who won.