Lately, Milo has been throwing little tantrums. No amount of Cherios, food, milk or toys will calm him down. As his mother, I know exactly what he wants. I know because he stomps his little legs from side to side like a little giant. Milo wants to climb the stairs. We can only do this when both parents are home and each parent is assigned one baby to follow around to prevent them from shutting the doors on their fingers, toppling over the floor lamp, dropping mommy’s house slippers in the toilet, chopping off their fingers in the window fan—you know, all the fun stuff. They love exploring our upstairs bedrooms. Luca actually does a sort of tap-dance and he giggles around the rooms. I guess that’s what happens when you’re caged up in the nursery all day.
They do the same thing each time too. Little creatures of habit. They walk into the bathroom. Drum on the lid of the toilet. Lift up the lid on the trash can. Swing the doors open and close. Walk into the yellow bedroom. Play with the alarm clock. Play with their reflection in the mirror. Walk to the lavender bedroom. Open and close the glass door on the storage shelf. Rock the floor lamp. Play with the floor cords. Repeat. Their happiness is contagious.
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| Luca explores while Milo naps. |
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| I love me! |
