Marrying Milo

A few cute, cute things Milo has said in the past few weeks...

Lisa Loeb called...she likes Isabel's new glasses.

Milo has gone through a few different phases where he is super anxious about something in the very distant future...say dying or...growing up...or (lately) getting married.

As usual, Isabel has a plan. She has a list of people she may marry when the time comes. Milo, on the other hand, is so distressed at the prospect of having to figure out who to marry. Hence, the following two comments:

Walking around WalMart (least favorite store) at around 5pm (least favorite time to be in any store) with the kids, I vaguely noticed that they were holding hands. As we made our way through the produce section (trying so hard to hurry; seriously, hate this store), Milo stopped dead in his tracks, let out a big deep sigh, grabbed Issy's other hand in his (now holding both of her hands), looked into her eyes and said, "Issy, I'm just so...sad.". She replied with such cute concern (still holding hands and now with my full attention), "Oh Milo, why are you so sad?" He let out another big deep sigh and said, "Because, Issy, I'm just so sad that I can't marry you when I grow up!". Still holding his hands, she sort of shook her head a bit and then replied, "Oh Milo, that would be ILLEGAL! Don't worry, we have plenty of friends for you to marry. There's Laila and Maycee and...". Here he let go of one of her hands and said, "I know! But I don't want to marry them! I just want to marry you!".

Seriously, one of the cutest exchanges EVER.

Milo, wearing his favorite footsie jammies ever (his "bear jammies" as they're known). He's super sad that they are starting to give him a perma-wedgie since he's getting so tall. ;)

Flash forward a few days.

I was driving to my parents house with the kids (our almost-every-Wednesday outing for family dinner). Milo had been quiet for most of the ride when he piped up with, "Mom, if a grandma doesn't have anyone that she is married to and one of her grandkids grows up then can they marry her?". Thinking that he was thinking of my mom (since we were on our way to her house and all), I said, "Oh honey, are you worried about Grandma Kim? Do you mean if Grandpa Manuel died or something? Who would she marry?". When I peered at him in the rearview mirror, he looked at me incredulously and said, "What?! No! I was talking about Grandma Cathryn! She is our only grandma that isn't married! Why did you say Grandpa is going to die?". Cue the backpeddling on my part! (Apparently, Kurt has a little competition ahead.) Let's just say that Milo was, once again, sorely disappointed to learn that he cannot marry ANY family members. Not even his grandma.

Sweet. And sad. And a little funny.

Milo and Isabel laying on the couch together cuddling after he got her blankies and her stuffed cat.

And finally, yet another case of Milo being the sweetest boy ever.

Last night, Milo and Isabel were having a difficult time getting along (read: they were fighting like little heathens all the way through dinner). There was much crying and wailing. People were sent away from the table etc. etc.. After dinner, Isabel (who has not been feeling well--she was the last of the four of us to get the latest illness and, thus, the last to get well) laid on the couch with her pillow. She called to Milo from the couch and asked if he would do her a favor (albeit in the most valiant effort at a "sick" voice she could muster) and get her some blankets. He scampered from the table to her side and said, "Sure Issy! Of course I will do you a favor because I love you!"

Sweetest. Boy. Ever.