Dear Milo,
I have decided that you are the cutest baby boy on the planet. Your handsomeness overwhelms me and I love your spirit and charisma. But there are a few things we need to talk about, li’l Bub.
I don’t know how many times you woke me up in the middle of the night this week. I lost count. Do you think you could stop doing that soon? Or maybe learn a word. Like “Daddy.”
You started walking last week. There have been a lot of bumps, bruises and crying. True, you are twenty-three pounds of awesomeness, but More




