I make a mean rice cereal

Pearl ate her first solid meal today. Rice cereal. She gobbled it up like I gobble up Dove Promises. I wish I could get that excited about rice cereal. Milo wanted a bite. Then he made a face like, "Nasty!" which he is prone to say these days, especially when I am changing a diaper. Pearl has a strong desire to crawl. She smothers her face into the carpet and kicks. It actually works for a few inches! It's exciting that she is reaching all of these milestones, but I am reluctant for her to grow up. Good thing I don't have a choice.


Milo was feeling left out with all the pictures I was taking of Pearl, so he said, "Take picture, Mom. Cheeeeese!" But then he never holds the smile long enough for the camera to catch it. My favorite thing about Milo lately is that when we go outside at night he immediately looks up at the sky, locates the moon, points, and says, "Papa, please get the moon for me," or "The moon glows!" in a hushed, reverential tone. (Phrases from two of his favorite books.) We think the moon is pretty special around here.

By the way, I need help. What do I do with Milo's hair? I think he is such a handsome boy but his hair needs help. It is rather Gollum-like. (Think thin and wispy.) I cannot bear the thought of buzzing it, so don't suggest that. Do I need to buy my two-year-old some volumizing salon products? Because I don't even buy those for myself. If he starts saying, "Precioussssss," the clippers are coming out, though.