THREE MONTHS OF MILO

By Adam Johnson

November 16^th, 2014

Weight vs. numbers

I read an article that professed the number of crappy things about kids far outnumber the good things. But, the good things far outweigh the bad. This is so true. Life has been turned on its head. We no longer own our time. The day is split up between shifts…ensuring that he is fed, changed, clean, rested, and engaged. Everything feels rushed. When Milo naps, the clock starts to get whatever is on your list completed before he wakes and needs to be held again. It is akin to a hostage situation.

Tonight though, as the snow was falling outside and Jess and I watched a movie, I bounced him in my arms and held him close. His head lay upon my chest as his soft hair rested gently across my chin. I tried not to overindulge myself too much with kisses on his head and upon his chubby little cheeks, but I could not contain myself. These moments are like no other I have ever experienced. Change in my life has always come slowly, but I can feel myself changing tremendously and instantly in these moments. My heart feels so full with an emotion so much stronger than anything I have ever felt. There is an assurance as I hold this little guy close that my best days lay ahead of me.

checkup

Our little Milo is growing. He has moved from the 4th percentile for weight into the 24th percentile. His chubby little cheeks get more kissable as he pushes further up the chart. Sorry buddy…we just can’t help ourselves.

orange on a toothpick

Despite his advancement up the body weight charts, his cranium circumference still remains at the top. From certain angles, he looks fine. However, if you catch him from the right angle, you’ll realize that dome could block out the sun. We are baffled by his ability to hold it upright.

Born a red devil

Milo and I have established a bit of a weekend tradition of getting up early to catch the English Premier League games. I put on my Manchester United jersey, he puts on his Manchester United lounge slippers and we watch our boys in red battle for points. The first match starts at 5:45am and the third match concludes around lunchtime. I sip my coffee, he laps down some milk. It’ll have to do until we can share a few pints at the pub.

Aunt Amy

Milo got to meet his first family member on the Johnson side of the family with a visit from Aunt Amy. The journey to get here was truly epic as she left North Georgia after work on Wednesday in order to arrive here late in the evening. She and Milo had a few days to forge a strong familial bond. Meanwhile, Jess and I got some relief from parenting in order to see a movie in the theater and take a short hike. Amy and I were able to get out to the mountains on Friday. I had not been up to the Indian Peaks in way too long. It was great to get out into my favorite area of Boulder’s backyard again. Milo will likely know this area like the back of his hand one day. Thank you sis for taking the time and expense to get out here and meet Milo. It means a tremendous amount to all of us.