Milo can face forward in his Baby Bjorn. Now he can see there's more to the world than Mommy's chest.
Granted, not a whole lot more, as my chest (and what he gets from it) is still his main objective in life.
|Milo loves his "Gramma D"|
|Ride 'em, cowboy!|
|Hippos and duckies and bunnies! Oh my!|
Love grew in the garden
Among the vines and flowers
Love sat among us quietly
While we talked away the hours
Magic came and magic went
was passed down to the daughter
Now love grows in my mother's house
And flows again like water
|"But why not, Mommy?"|
|Wearing a 3-month onesie and looking adorable.|