Guess it’s a No Nap Monday for Milo. It’s kind of a bummer because Matt’s out of town for an indeterminate amount of time, so the hour or so of overlapping nap time is my only down time between 7am and 8:30pm. We were at the playground for 2.5 hours today, so I can’t understand how Milo isn’t exhausted. He’s just been sitting in his crib for the last hour singing (“singing”) “Buenos dias, buenos dias, como estas? Muy bien, gracias, muy bien, gracias, y usted? (to the tune of Frere Jacques) at the top of his lungs. Every once in a while, he changes course and does a few bars of “dinosaur POOP, dinosaur POOP, gone poooooop a dinosaur poop”. Charming.