Happy Memorial Day!

 Myna did some decorating for the occasion . . .

She was very happy about it.

 We met some really nice patriotic cows and drank some patriotic chocolate milk.

 And, Milo was our brave little Bontorno. Myna was brave on the ground.

Thanks to all our brave relatives and countrymen who made this celebration possible.

Milo's Report

Well, it's taken a year, but I finally get to write a post - Myna wrote the day she was born, but Mom and Dad have learned to be a little more protective of the computer since then, so it's taken awhile to convince them that I can actually use something without utterly destroying it in the process.

I did however get a much better first birthday celebration than my sister. She only had an epic snowstorm on her birthday. I got to see my Great Grandma,

I had a rockin' dump truck cake (thanks to the Easter Bunny for the "dirt"),

I had a little impromptu party at the park

(with lots of friends to help me blow out the 1 candle),

Mom finally made my Michaelangelo flags for my nautical room,

and, best of all, I got some trucks,

another truck,










and another truck (not pictured).

I am a jolly 1 year old. I love to chase and be chased by my sister. I say doggie, light, truck, tractor, cat, ball, cracker, done, stuck, dada, mama (soon, I promised my Mommy). I am an explorer and cannot be restrained by traditional methods. I am unafraid of new things and this gives my sister confidence she never had before. We are having a lot of fun being chased by our Mommy and Daddy. I love ball and trucks and wrestling. I am tenderhearted though. I sure am lovable. Today, after naps, Myna announced, "Milo my friend." 

I am getting bigger.

Just a few more inches . . .

and, I'm on my way!!! See you next year!