Hey there, folks.
My son got his hands on one of my favorite childhood toys the other day.
It was this sweet little pickup truck, colored in pops of yellow, green and purple that scream the ’90s. I loved (and still love) how bright it is. There used to be a matching purple trailer to pull a speedboat behind it. Who knows where either of those things are now.
My son found this a few weekends ago on a visit to my parents’ house. And as I thought about the truck more on our ride home that day, it made me want to try something.
I’m going to start writing entries that I’ll call “The Memory Bank.” I don’t want to forget some of the fun (and occasionally not fun) that we’re having.
So without further ado, here we go:
Milo is soooooooo talkative. It’s honestly incredible how easily he repeats the words we say to him at 18 months old. But two words are hilarious enemies right now: “fork” and “truck.”
“Fork” sounds like “f*ck.” And “truck” very unfortunately sounds like “c*ck.” Most of the time it gives us a really good cackle. Occasionally it’s been mortifying in public. We’re working on it.
Speaking of embarrassing moments: a couple of months ago, we were grocery shopping. Milo saw a person in a wheelchair, pointed and said “BICYCLE!” very loudly. I’m sure at that moment, I looked like all the blood had drained out of my body.
We beep in this house. Milo loves to go BEEP! every time he hears the sound from a car, whether it’s our car or someone else’s. When we park and lock the doors? BEEP! (And Kelly’s trained him to hit the lock button on our key fobs so he can get an extra BEEP! in). Car honks as it’s leaving the cul-de-sac? BEEP! he will say back. He’s very committed.
Milo has been a great cheerleader for me recently. I’ve started running again (not very well but I’m trying), and the last few Saturdays when I finish, he’s been standing at our glass door cheering. I usually grab him and carry him around on my cooldown walk. He’s getting so heavy. But he loves that part of my workout, and I do too.
Back to his speaking: Milo says one word so incredibly Southern that it always cracks me up. Help. When he says it, it’s two syllables. HEY-elp.
We went out for a Sunday breakfast, and after a few minutes in his high chair, Milo grabbed a straw. He ate part of the wrapper before we could react quickly enough, and then he challenged his mother to a straw duel. There was no clear winner.
It still feels like we get sick so often in this house. We ask his daycare teachers all the time if he is sick more often than his classmates. The answer is always no. It’s crazy how these little ones just infect one another.
As terrible as it is for him to be sick, though, those little bugs are a reminder to be grateful for how wonderful he is most of the time.
Take care and thanks for reading,
Ethan