Here is my son Mylo at almost 3 months old at our first baby and me yoga class, taught by Anna Azrieli. The same woman I took prenatal yoga with from 18 weeks to 39 weeks. And as you can see, he’s really breaking a sweat!
New yoga pose: baby sleeps.
I must give credit where credit is due. When my son Mylo was just a few weeks old and my husband was telling his dad what Mylo was up to, like smiling, standing (with our support of course), reaching for Jason’s newspaper, etc., Mylo’s grandpa dubbed the milestones, “Mylostones.” It was brilliant, and thus laid the basis for several posts I have already written on this blog, and many more to come.
Thanks Grandpa Dave!
The man who coined "Mylostones."
An awesome Mylostone to report! My son Mylo began rolling over at about 10 weeks old.
His new favorite move...
Yesterday my husband Jason offered me a proposition. Go to a museum with him and he’ll take me to Chipotle. Normally I’d say no dice. After all, we have a Chipotle in our neighborhood and I could go any time I wanted. Trek into the city to stare at dead things or antiquated things? No thanks.
But he wasn’t asking to go to MoMA. Nor was he asking to go to the Museum of Natural History or the Museum of Sex, affectionately dubbed MoSex, but the New York City Transit Museum located for my lucky convenience, just two blocks away.
It was Saturday, I was in a good mood and who was I to deny our son Mylo another Mylostone: his first trip to a museum. So, as much as I’m not for museums, I agreed.
Lord knows Mylo’s dad will be dragging him along to many more as he gets older. That will either be a good thing, or if the little fella’s got my genes for museums then I’ll do everything in my power to get him out of it!
The NYC Transit Museum was actually a lot of fun. You walk through subway-like tunnels where memorabilia, photos and stories about the evolution of this city’s transit system are on display. And perhaps the coolest part was going in and out of the subway cars and elevated trains that spanned the better part of the 20th century.
On the way out, there is a wall of black and white photos from the 30’s and 40’s of New Yorker’s going through subway turnstiles and I found myself scanning them for a familiar face. My grandmother and aunt are after all, from Brooklyn.
Another Mylostone to report! We stopped swaddling my son Mylo at about 6 weeks old.
I’ll admit, the swaddling has been a lifesaver but because the little guy is such a mover, he finds a way to come out of the swaddle no matter how tightly we wrap him. In fact we recently woke up to him lying in his crib with the swaddle wound around his neck. I know, NOT GOOD.
So at about 6 weeks old we decided to eliminate swaddles and houdinis all together, and, believe it or not, he seems to be ok with it.
This was one of the last few times he was swaddled.
My son Mylo has hit his first Mylostone: smiling. Mylo started smiling and following our eyes and our near every move at just 3 weeks old.
Staring up at his dad at almost three weeks