The Annotated Milo
Teeth
What people say: "Wow, he has a lot of teeth."
What they mean: "Wow, he has a lot of teeth. Do you think he might be a vampire?"
What I say back: "Don't know. Don't care."
Backstory:
Milo had no teeth until he was 10 months old. Back then people would say, "He has no teeth. Is that normal?" I was all set to ask the pediatrician about Milo's lack of teeth when, thankfully, just before his 10-month appointment, two bottom teeth popped up. Since then I have decided not to worry about Milo's teeth anymore unless they turn green and fall out. Also, I know that there will be a lot of teeth talk when Milo hits 13 or so, when he will probably need braces. So just let the teeth be, okay?
Hair
What people say: "He has interesting hair."
What they mean: "What is up with that hair?"
What I say back: "Yes, that's pretty much my fault."
Backstory
A few weeks ago I tried to cut Milo's hair. He sat still for half the haircut, then decided he'd had enough. So I wasn't really going for a weird punk look, but that's what happened. On the up side, Milo learned the word scissors.
Also, some days his hair is curly and some days it's just frizzy (portending a possible Jew-fro come puberty) and some days it stands up straight. Truth be told, I could care less about what Milo's hair does, so long as it does not wrap itself around his pinky toe and cause another hair tourniquet.
Words
What people say: "He says a lot of words. Is that normal for this age?"
What people mean: "Are you raising some freak of nature?" AND/OR "My child doesn't say anything. Should I worry?"
What I say: "It's not normal. Milo is a genius."
Backstory
A few weeks ago Milo and I were at the playground. There was only one other mother and baby combo there -- a woman pushing a 9-month-old in a swing. Milo walked over to the woman and said "Cup," pointing to her Starbuck's cup.
"That's right," said the woman. "I have a cup."
"Hot," said Milo.
"Wow," said the woman. "Do most kids start talking that young?"
I shrugged. "Those are really the only words he says."
Milo grabbed my hand and pointed to the swing. "Up," he said. Then he picked up a piece of paper from the ground. "Garbage."
"And those words," I said.
"Dirt!" said Milo, pointing to the ground.
Since then, I've just decided say he's a genius. Go ahead, you say he's not. I dare you.
What people say: "Wow, he has a lot of teeth."
What they mean: "Wow, he has a lot of teeth. Do you think he might be a vampire?"
What I say back: "Don't know. Don't care."
Backstory:
Milo had no teeth until he was 10 months old. Back then people would say, "He has no teeth. Is that normal?" I was all set to ask the pediatrician about Milo's lack of teeth when, thankfully, just before his 10-month appointment, two bottom teeth popped up. Since then I have decided not to worry about Milo's teeth anymore unless they turn green and fall out. Also, I know that there will be a lot of teeth talk when Milo hits 13 or so, when he will probably need braces. So just let the teeth be, okay?
Hair
What people say: "He has interesting hair."
What they mean: "What is up with that hair?"
What I say back: "Yes, that's pretty much my fault."
Backstory
A few weeks ago I tried to cut Milo's hair. He sat still for half the haircut, then decided he'd had enough. So I wasn't really going for a weird punk look, but that's what happened. On the up side, Milo learned the word scissors.
Also, some days his hair is curly and some days it's just frizzy (portending a possible Jew-fro come puberty) and some days it stands up straight. Truth be told, I could care less about what Milo's hair does, so long as it does not wrap itself around his pinky toe and cause another hair tourniquet.
Words
What people say: "He says a lot of words. Is that normal for this age?"
What people mean: "Are you raising some freak of nature?" AND/OR "My child doesn't say anything. Should I worry?"
What I say: "It's not normal. Milo is a genius."
Backstory
A few weeks ago Milo and I were at the playground. There was only one other mother and baby combo there -- a woman pushing a 9-month-old in a swing. Milo walked over to the woman and said "Cup," pointing to her Starbuck's cup.
"That's right," said the woman. "I have a cup."
"Hot," said Milo.
"Wow," said the woman. "Do most kids start talking that young?"
I shrugged. "Those are really the only words he says."
Milo grabbed my hand and pointed to the swing. "Up," he said. Then he picked up a piece of paper from the ground. "Garbage."
"And those words," I said.
"Dirt!" said Milo, pointing to the ground.
Since then, I've just decided say he's a genius. Go ahead, you say he's not. I dare you.
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