Poor Baby Number Three, AKA Milo

My new hero Courtney Novogratz, mom of seven, describes really well the sequence of neglect that occurs from first child to seventh. She said basically that when your first baby's pacifier falls on the ground you sterilize it. With the second baby you run it under hot water. With the third baby you rinse it in your mouth. The fourth baby you wrestle it away from the dog before putting it directly back in. And by the seventh child there is no binky.

Which leads me to poor Milo, number three.

Milo turned one last Friday. He didn't get a birthday party. I did, however, make him some delicious cake and cupcakes with personalized M&M's.

See the M for Milo?



And since Milo is now one he's allowed to eat Old School Custard right out of the carton.



I bought him some cool bamboo blocks and we went on a hike with the family after school in the woods near our house.



This hike made Clay and I think back about 15 years ago to when we "hiked" Mt. Si near North Bend. We got distracted by antique shops and the outlet mall and by the time we got to the trail head it was getting late, we were hungry and the "hike" ended four minutes after it began.

We are big into the outdoors.

The whole weekend was supposed to be about Milo but ended up being about us.

We had to attend the 826 Reading Center's annual dinner. We had to attend the Steven's elementary auction. We absolutely had to attend a Kentucky Derby party and thankfully did 'cause look who was there and happened to have complemented Milo on his seersucker suit!



Yes, that is Major Nelson. AKA: Larry Hagman and J.R. of "who shot" fame.



And I know what you are wondering. No, there is not going to be baby number four.