The Kid Has Arrived

The good news is that Milo has learned four new words in the past few days. The unfortunate news is that two of these four words are “boogah” and “poop”. It’s only a matter of time before the armpit fart noises and the poop jokes commence, isn’t it?

(Although if you could see him right now, leaning up against me on the couch, holding my hand and kissing my upper arm, you’d remind me to not rush to any “boys are so rough and rowdy” stereotypes. Or if you’d seen him rocking his baby doll this morning and feeding her a bottle, you might remind me that just because a little boy spends a lot of time laughing about poop and farts doesn’t mean he won’t grow up to be a loving, nurturing partner and father. It just means I’m going to be doing a lot of sighing and eye rolling for the next 20 years or so. Maybe the next kid will be a quiet, studious girl. But will she dance as awesomely to old Team Dresch records as her brother does?)