Milo's just fine, thanks, although his parents are TIRED. About a month ago, right after "Milo ride airplane with Daddy" all the way to Wisconsin, to spend some quality time with Grandma Eileen and Grandpa Peter (where, as he continues to remind us, "Stela ate Milo graham crackers"), Milo stopped sleeping. And started climbing out of his crib, even in his sleep sack, which meant the end of the crib and the introduction of a whole new member of the household, the Big Boy Bed. This was by far the hardest transition of Milo's life to date, and involved tears, frustration, exhaustion, and despair on all our parts. But finally, after a week of steady improvement culminating in last night's almost perfect sleep-through, we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Milo's new sleep routine involves a much later and more drawn-out bedtime, eliminating most of the precious evening time I used to use for writing about him here. I'll try to catch you all up a little!
Back when he was still a crib-sleeper, we took Milo to touch some trucks, at an event clearly designed with him in mind. He and his buddy Geoffrey had a mind-blowing time getting up close and personal with a digger, a dump truck, a garbage truck, a horse trailer, a helicopter, a fire truck, and more.
I hope Touch-a-Truck comes back, because it was a pretty cool experience for all of us.