(in the kitchen we have one of those rubber-foamy-mats that help cushion your feet from the hard floor. milo likes to move it around. this morning, while i was standing on it and getting his breakfast ready, he tried to pull it out from under me. luckily for him, i was just stepping off of it. i bet he thinks he's so strong.)
egg on your face!
(while it's hard to realize just how much milo is growing from day to day, it's becoming extremely evident by what he's able to reach that use to be out of his grasp. any item on the kitchen counter, dining room table, or living room hutch must be several inches from the edge. or else milo will see it and grab it. in my early morning stupor of making the usual scrambled eggs for milo, i left the mug of freshly cracked yolks and whites on the counter while i rummaged for ketchup in the fridge. milo grabbed it, and literally had egg on his face. as well as all down the front of his pajamas. and all over the floor. breakfast was delayed while we cleaned up.)
and then he pooped!
(okay, so that's not a cliché, but it's in reference to the title of this post. so there ya have it.)