Max and Miles who, to Me, Will Always be Secretly Named "Gus"

The blog about Max and his little brother, Miles. Stunningly cute boys and future leaders of the rebel forces.

Monday, January 21, 2008

The Miles Report

If Miles had been first, by this point you'd have read post after post about spit-up and onesies and Baby Bjorns. But, luckily for you, Miles is second, so you get no news! Not regularly, anyhoos. Here's what we have so far: not much spit-up, he likes TV, and he seems fine with sleeping in the living room in his bassinet. It's like a one baby slumber party! I suppose one of these nights, we'll come out, and Max will be sitting next to Miles with his hands under the kid while he chants, "He's as stiff as a feather; light as a board."

But, yep, Miles loves his big brother and the big brother loves Miles. As of yet, there's been no scarring, life-long trauma for Max having to share the "Center of the Universe" sobriquet. I'm spending way less time with a Bjorn strapped on, walking back and forth in the basement than I did with Max. Well, I'm spending no time doing that so, really, in some weird way, I feel like I'm not bonding with the boy. Early on, Max and I had a looot of quality time in that basement.

We never really made a point of not watching TV with Max but, we didn't. With Miles though, man, that boob tube is like a glowing angel that stuns him into silence while you change his diaper. One unfortunate side effect has been that, during a diaper change, Max has figured out who Elmo is. I did not know that Elmo is like crack for two year-olds. Sweet, pure crack. So, yeah, both my kids are hooked on baby crack: things are great!


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