Bad Parents

So ya, it really has been what... almost 7 months since the last post. I know...horrible parents. Well let us redeem ourselves by saying we've raised Milo to be a great and powerful super hero. Ashley has helped him master what dad liked to call 'mind games.' Just when you think you've outwitted him, he uses his mind bullets to strike you down to keep you on your common and far from super hero-like status. Don't be fooled though, this wonderboy does not appear so powerful to the untrained eye. Mom and Dad have worked painstaking hours to identify his tell tail signs (I don't think that's spelled right but go with it). Sign 1: the baby Monkey. The baby Monkey is a high pitched, monkey swinging from a branch and screaming at you right before he throws his own you know what...screech. I'm not joking, you can ask our next door neighbors, the sound pierces even walls. Them or the entire congregation at church. If you've ever wondered what it's like to sit in church with a screeching monkey, come on over to the Farmington Crossing Branch and have a taste. Alright, there are many more signs, but this post is getting really long. But seriously, our little wonderboy is growing up to be a good little man. His favorite things are his cousins, or any baby for that matter. They're pretty freaked out by his monkey-like traits. His other favorites things are anything that fits into his little mouth, including air freshener wall plug-ins, and his binky (if he sucks that thing any harder we're going to have to have it surgically removed). We love our little man, he's is the coolest kid on the block, next to his cousin Eliana. Milo's a close second though. Sorry for the 7 month delay, Ash might need to take over the blogging. Dad is going to have his hands full teaching young Milo new and cutting edge techniques...like sweeping the leg, or the head butt, without hurting your own head. Talk to you soon.

The face of a child says it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

Milo seems to be growing at an abnormally incredible rate. His head is almost the size of a pumpkin. And not one of those little mini pumpkins, but a large, man size pumpkin. We're excited about our jack-o-lantern baby. As you can see in these candid shots, he has been getting plenty of rest, ample snuggle time, and intense work out sessions. His bicept could crush you, trust me he's tried. Luckily I (dad) am also blessed with some sweet skills. Mom on the other hand, has succumbed to his most developed and deadly power. We call it the 'clamp down.' It's not pretty, no. It comes when you least expect it. You see these cute little feet dangling from underneath what some call a 'hooter hider'. I call it a 'tease'. Then with no warning mom lunges her head back and screams *@#$! Those little symbols don't mean a bad word, no, they mean growns and moans, and sometimes high pitched noises that only lux and zephi understand. As you can see in the picture, Lux is very concerned about mom. He won't tell you this, probably because he can't talk, but he's been trying out for the side kick position. Zephi is a little more agile and lean, but lux is determined and I think he might get the job.

Your shots are useless against me.

So little boy wonder went in for shots yesterday. They had to inject him with anti-powers, so that his body can learn to fight them off. Mom was not looking forward to the experience. As for myself, watching the docs snip his little shnably tip off, I think I can withstand just about anything. This was her first 'watching someone inflict pain on my baby' moment and she passed with flying colors. Don't you worry though, the injections did nothing but strengthen the young lad's armor. But he still has webbed toes. He'll be going to the plastic surgeon sometime soon to check out those beautiful dedos (toes). Oh ya, I think Dad is going to teach him Spanish. How cool would that be, a superhero that's speaks Spanish. Then maybe we'd name him Milo el Magnificente. We'll see. Maybe that's just what they'll call him in the Spanish speaking parts of the world. That's right, he will be world renowned. Like Gumbi, or Beavis and Butthead...or somone more important like Dora the Explorer. These are just dreams, but I have a hunch they will come true.

Milo, after we'd found him next to his fallen meteor

There's a first time for everything...

I've always wanted to say...there's a first time for everything. Of course there is a first time for everything, like maybe having the most beautiful, adorable, handsome little man ever. His name is Milo, and this is his blog. I don't even have a blog yet. He's a lot cooler than me though (dad). Actually, let me rephrase, his name is Milo the Magnificent. He's a super hero, just in case you didn't know. His powers are still in development. But he really wants to wear a cape, so whatever powers this little dude has...he will use them while wearing some sort of cape. Kids.