In true type-A form (and nothing like his mother's need to plan things), Milo's most-oft used phrase is now, "What's after . . . ?" Apparently Milo likes to know what's next on his busy schedule, and repeatedly asks about it, all day long. For example, the following is a familiar refrain as I drive Milo to school in the morning.
Milo: "Mommy, what's after school?"
Me: "We'll play at the playground."
Milo: "What's after the playground?"
Me: "Naptime."
Milo: "What's after naptime?"
Me: "Mommy cooks dinner."
Milo: "What's after dinner?"
Me: "Playtime."
Milo: "What's after playtime?"
Me: "Bathtime."
Milo: "What's after bathtime."
Me: "Storytime."
Milo: "What's after storytime?"
Me: "Bedtime."
Milo: "What's after bedtime?"
Me: "We sleep until morning and then get up and get ready for school, you silly goose."
Milo: "What's after school?"
As you can see, this can, and often does, go on forever. The monotony does not seem to bother Milo.
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Yippee, the blog is back! I've missed hearing about the boyz. That birthday cake photo made me hungry - please tell the little dancing fool that he is quite the chef!
yay! we've missed the blog, too. can't wait to see you this weekend.
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