Of all the milestones, or Mylostones, that my son Mylo has had in his short 11 months on this planet, this is perhaps my favorite. A couple of days ago I was waiting at the light with one of our foster dogs as my husband Jason was standing across the street holding Mylo. Jason began waving hello to me and pointing to Mylo that I was across the street, and then his hand went up. He waved. That was the first time.

And now I tell him “bye-bye” all the time even if I’m not in fact leaving just so I can watch him wave. It is adoringly communicative and it cuts right to my heart.

Turns out it’s not so easy to snap a photo of him in the act with my iPhone, but I swear he is waving good-bye to me here.  And unfortunately, in this photo, I was leaving

Waving bye-bye with Sidi!

We introduced our son Mylo to a swimming pool for the first time during our recent family vacation to Las Vegas. With the help of Swimways’ Baby Spring Float that we purchased from BabiesRus before leaving, the little guy totally dug it!

Because the dry dessert sun has a reputation for turning up the heat in Vegas, pool temperatures start off real cool and by the end of the day are about as warm as a bathtub. Mylo didn’t appreciate being submerged in the cool water the first day but on our second day he began to get the hang of it and proceeded to float and splash around as happy as can be.

My man and my boy in the pool at PH Towers.

It was a different experience for me – being in a Las Vegas pool with my husband AND my baby, a place where pools are notorious for skimpy swimwear and hard partying – both of which I have rocked and partook in in the past. And the pool where we stayed – at the relatively new Planet Hollywood Towers Westgate – was no different.

Luckily Mylo is too young to understand why a group of 20-somethings were doing cannon balls while holding on to their buckets of beer for dear life.  Hey I’m 33 and I’m not sure I understand it. Wait, yeah I do. It’s Vegas.

My son Mylo flew on an airplane for the first time two days after his 9 month birthday. I told him the story of how he was named on a plane and then, just like that, I had on my lap what every passenger hopes for when they see small children boarding a plane… a sleeping baby! The boy slept 90% of the time while I struggled to get just one second of shuteye. Boo. But I was at least able to watch Biutiful starring the godly, Javier Bardem, uninterrupted, which is something that, since having a baby, never happens anymore.

So where did that plane take my precious cargo you’re likely wondering? Now I don’t know whether to laugh or laud this, but, Las Vegas!! Yes, Sin City.

Vegas here we come!!

What can I say other than it’s in my blood. My folks love Las Vegas and travel here at least once if not twice per year. My grandmother loved Las Vegas and if I’m lucky, if not a little sorry, my son will catch the bug for this outrageous and outlandish city some day too!

My son Mylo started crawling today! It’s exciting but at the same time also somewhat surprising because he’s been scooting or doing the army crawl since he was 5 months old. So much so that I assumed he might skip moving on all four’s all together and go right into walking.

There’s something so utterly adorable about a baby crawling, though. The slapping of his hands on the ground, the widening of his eyes as he gets closer to what he’s set his eyes on (usually me). His pensiveness as the smallest distraction causes him to change course. His laughter as he passes life from a new angle and with new perspective.

It’s all so very humbling.

Slappity, slap, slap... here I come!!