I am a bad blogger. I haven’t written about my son in months and it’s a shame because he’s growing and developing in leaps and bounds and I haven’t the time to document a lot of it.
I am a bad mom. With almost a moment’s notice, I ran off to Las Vegas with my best friend, crashing a trip my mom and dad had previously planned there. My brother and his pregnant wife tagged along, too. We. Had. A. Blast.
I have a good son. Well, sometimes. Besides calling anything with fur that moves, Ella, the name of our dog, he now clearly says Dee-Dee, the nickname of our cat. He also says momma and dadda with purpose. Much to my enjoyment and to Jason’s chagrin, he knows the word “cookie” which he pronounces “coke-a.” He does so many things that delight me, like kiss the boo-boo on my hand, and so many things that frustrate me, like constantly drag me to the fridge so that I can watch him empty its contents, only to eventually abandon all of it.
Be still my beating heart...
Mylo started daycare in November and has been healthy for all of one week since. Seriously, he spent the entire month of November sick. So much so that it required his first antibiotic, a non-Mylostone milestone. It is mid-January and he is with cold, again. His doctors tell us to look on the bright side: when he starts kindergarten he won’t be sick as much because his immunity is strengthening thanks to other snot-nosed Brooklyn babies and toddlers. Other than being sick all the time, daycare’s been great. While he’s not always so thrilled when we drop him off, it’s doing great things for him. They provide a vegetarian menu at daycare and the women there genuinely seem like they care about him. He’s learning to share, and he’s learned to nap in a pack n’ play. Yes, NAP! The most precocious boy who would only nap in a moving stroller, has finally taken to napping in a crib, with a bottle. Hallelujah.
I am working again, part-time and it’s fantastic. I am also currently waiting on big news. NO, I am not pregnant. To think we had talked about having another in 2012 makes me think someone must have spiked our drinks. Or, we were just high on life. I am not low, but I cannot even imagine bringing new life into the world right now. There is so much we are working on, and talking about… not to mention a certain little someone who stimulates and exhausts every fiber of our being. Our plates are full and our palettes are sated. For now anyway 
Hi Reedu…The internet is a funny place…Funny enough I was doing some research and came across your blog. I hope you remember me but it has been a while. I think the last time I saw you was at your parent’s house at a party for you on getting your doctorate. I enjoyed reading about your life. Congrats on marrying Jason and your son is adorable! I am so happy for you! Tara Gillen (nee Barnes)