One Entire Year: the 12-Month Stats

Wow. Milo is one year old. Twelve months. 365 days. And—sing it with me—525,600 minutes. Here are his official statistics.

• Weight: 21 lbs., 10 oz. (30th percentile)
• Length: 28 3/4 in. (20th percentile)
• Head Circumference: 18 1/4 in. (50th percentile)

At one year, Milo can walk.

At one year, Milo likes to be carried.

At one year, Milo can climb our entire staircase without ever pausing to rest.

At one year, Milo has said his first word: kitty. He had said it at eleven months, but I wasn't sure if he knew what he was saying. But now it's pretty clear that whenever he sees Zadie, he says the same noise, "kheekhee," which is obviously "kitty."

At one year, Milo began to get ear infections again. Thank you, tubes. He's been on antibiotics twice in the last month, and at his check-up today, I learned that his other ear got an infection WHILE HE WAS ON THE ANTIBIOTICS. Did not know that was possible.

At one year, I, too, have an ear infection. I now feel a whole lot more sympathy for Milo—this really freaking hurts. My head may explode at any minute.

At one year, Milo is a super snuggler. When he isn't feeling well especially, he likes to cuddle and cuddle. He lays his head down on your shoulder and rests his hand on your arm. Nothing in the world feels better than this.

At one year, Milo likes to be close. If he's feeling the need, he'll just reach out and touch me on the leg or arm as he plays on the floor, just to be sure I haven't gone anywhere.

At one year, Milo is a pretty good eater, unless he's sick. He likes cheese a lot right now.

At one year, Milo has been teething for much of the last month, and yet...

At one year, Milo still has just two teeth. I swear the top two are *thisclose* to coming in. In another month, I'll likely be saying the same thing, though.

At one year, Milo loves balloons.

At one year, Milo loves to be outside. Thank god it's warming up outside.

At one year, Milo is a waving fool. He waves at anything and anybody. Occasionally he waves in the opposite direction of the person he's waving at. Pretty funny.

At one year, Milo doesn't like to put his sippy cup down on his tray. It almost always ends up on the floor.

At one year, Milo is already quite good at throwing tantrums. If he wants to be picked up and I'm not quite able or ready to pick him up right that instant, he cries and cries, and throws himself prostrate on the floor. Can't wait for the terrible twos...

At one year, Milo no longer gets breast milk during the day. I am done pumping during the work day, and it is glorious. In place of the breast milk, Milo drinks whole milk, but some days he likes it and some days he doesn't. I'm not concerned about that, as long as he gets enough fluids and eats his green veggies.

At one year, Milo likes to be tickled and likes to tickle. If he can see a bit of tummy poking out when Mama or Daddy is lying on the floor, he pokes it and we laugh. And the tickling game goes on.

At one year, Milo loves hiding behind the curtain in the office while we say "Wherrrrrrrre's Milo?" Then he flings it aside and giggles and giggles when we shriek with surprise and delight to see him. This is one of my favorite games.

At one year, Milo is entertained by his toys and can play independently for quite some time. That is, when he isn't sick.

At one year, Milo has deep blue eyes, brownish reddish blondish hair, dark brown eyelashes, and gorgeous pink-red lips.

At one year, Milo's thighs are exceedingly chompable, as are his toes, elbows, and neck.

At one year, Milo is so cute, so sweet, so lovable, so wonderful, so everything.

At one year, I don't know how we got so lucky. I love Milo more than I ever thought I could love someone. I feel so privileged to be his mommy.