Addendum- and it's not pretty.

Janelle reminded me a a story from our trip the I need to remember for always. Let me preface this by saying that our baby is a crappy roadtripper. He's good in the car for about 1 1/2 hours, then he melts. So, being brilliant parents and anticipating his every want and need, we decided it would be perfect if we started driving to St. George (about 5 hr drive for us- we're slow) 1 1/2 hours before his bedtime, fed him dinner in the car, played with his favorite toys, broke out the portble DVD player (bought just for this trip- spoiled little boy) for a little Horton, read a book, gave him a bottle, and then he'd be out and the rest of the drive would be baby free. The perfect plan.

So we grab some Taco Bell on the way out of town and I'm feeding Milo some tater tot things. He's munching them down like crazy (because we starved him- all part of the plan) and things are going well. Not too long after he starts gagging a little, then vomits all of his tots all over himself. We hadn't even gotten past SLC yet. So we pull over, change his clothes, clean him up, and we're back on the road. We play a little, then about 30 min later he gets a little whiney and I figure he's probably hungry (since he puked up his food and all), so I gave him a little snack and he's having a great time and we put on a movie for him. About 30 min after this, he starts looking a little queasy and I say to Will, "He's going to throw up again!" Before I can even grab anything Milo is projectile vomiting all over EVERYTHING. Himself, the carseat, the truck console, his toys, our luggage- everything within a 2 foot radius of his mouth. And this wasn't just the snack that came up- it was lunch from earlier in the day, curdled milk...real, pure, stinky vomit. Not the sweet baby kind.

We pull over at a truck stop and it takes us about 45 minutes to clean up everything. It was everywhere. Thank goodness the truck stop had cleaning supplies or we would have had to use our clothes and bottled water to clean it all up. Still, even with industrial strength paper towels and a whole bottle of Simple Green, we were smelling pukey the rest of the way.

We're back on the road and a little on edge. Now I'm thinking, is he sick? Does he have a stomach bug? Was it the tots? Is he going to be puking the entire trip and infect everyone? Awesome. Mio is a wreck now because he clearly doesn't feel good and nothing I brought to entertain him is doing the trick. It's WAY past his bedtime and is not even close to sleeping, he's cold because his carseat is soaked from cleaning the puke off, and he's used up about half of the clothes I packed for the weekend. Worst roadtrip ever. After crying for FOREVER I knew the only thing that would calm him down enough to get to sleep was a bottle. It had been an hour or so since the truck stop incident, so I thought maybe just two ounces of milk would help him calm down but not be too hard on his stomach. Sorry about it, he threw that up too.

Basically we were out of options (and clothes) and had to let the poor little guy cry himself into exhaustion. So sad.

Miraculously, the next day his was totally fine- not sick, grouchy, tired, pukey- totally happy and had the time of his life. Apparently he's a carsick kid- food, toys, books, and movies do not mix well together. Personally, I blame the tots. They started this.

Party like its Ninteen-Ninety-Memorial Day

Who knew Memorial Day could be so much fun? It has officially climbed the ranks in my favorite holiday list, beating Valentine's Day and even New Years (though it remains below the 24th of July- having an extra holiday no one else gets is too wonderful to be surpassed).

This weekend was busy but fantastic! We booked it down to St. George on Satuday with the Olsen's and some of their family (I don't have any pics of them; see their blog link- I'm sure Janelle will post some good stuff). It was beautifully warm, and anytime I'm surrounded by palm trees I get giddy and start to hyperventilate a little. We stayed in a condo which is definitely the way to go with the kids. We had some pool time and went mountain biking (Janelle and I have some pretty sweet bruises), then on Sunday we went to Zion and climbed Angel's Landing (Will and my second time, Milo's first). It is such a beautiful hike, and the good news is I didn't have a panic attack from the heights this time. Always a good thing.

Apparently I need to get Milo a swing STAT cause he loves it.

This little play area/pool/tennis courts/volleyball was right outside our condo- awesome!

I was really hoping I didn't die on the hike cause I was so so TIRED...

but I think I rocked it pretty well. At least Will packed up Milo in the backpack.

Walter's Wiggles! It's my favorite part! I giggle the whole time.

Colorado Kingsnake- we Googled it. No big deal. We almost died.

Walter's Wiggles from the top down.

That's a fuzzy little caterpillar that is making our son so happy.

Okay, enough pictures of us. Here's the view:

So, because of my fear of falling off a cliff to my death, I didn't go across the ridge to the actual landing. There was a spot for people to stop with their kids while the crazy ones went on ahead and risked their lives. So of course Will went, along with the rest of the guys. Below is the ridge you cross up to the landing. No big deal that it's only 3-4 feet wide in some spots, with a shear drop on either side, and a chain you can hold onto for a little "extra safety." Jeeze.

This is Will's view from the landing. I was looking at it and said, "Wait a second. Is that piece of rock the edge?!?! Seriously!" At least he has a life insurance policy in place for me.

After Zion, we rushed home for a family reunion breakfast and the NO DOUBT concert that night. Oh, JEEZE that was fun. I'll get some pics up of that cause we loved it. I heart Gwen with all my heart.

P.S. Memorial Day is the best.

Drunken Sailor

Milo thought yesterday might be a good time to take up a hobby most know as walking, though he refers to it as "falling forward while moving your legs as fast as you can and smacking your face on the floor." But the little guy is trying, which is something he didn't care to do before yesterday! I adore his cute Frankenstein steps, so careful and measured, and then the excitement overtakes him and his extremities go flailing in the hopes it will get him there faster (this is where smacking the floor comes in).

Photo Onslaught

In an effort to make ammends for my lapse in posting, here are photos of everything cute from the last month or two. Of course the main star is Milo (since that's really who this blog is about, let's be honest). The kid lives for the outdoors and I live for the sun, so that's where most of our days take place now.

There's a good chance Milo is the smartest boy ever- listening to earphones? Really?

WARNING: The following is not so cute, but will be a good palate cleanser for the remaining cuteness to come.

Yikes.
Now that your mind is reset:

Dad and the boy working on the garden. We have high hopes that this year we'll grow more than just giant zucchinis. Edamame, anyone?

Miles has a few signature faces that are so funny and he makes constantly, though if he's being shy you'll only get the snarky eyes or sideways glance from him.

For his future career in baby modeling, we will name the following looks (L-R):

1. The Performer 2. This is cute, right?

3. Did you see that!? 4. The Pirate Eye (my personal favorite)

And in an effort to populate the world with more cute things, we're having another little bean in December!

Milo seems to throw The Pirate Eye my way whenever I tell him about it. He'll come around.