Dear Mylo, Eight months have come and you are growing into a big, handsome ornery boy. You have 3 sparkling teeth. You crawl on your hands and knees like you are going through trenches. You throw temper tantrums when we take away toys by waving your arms up and down and screaming. I wish you weren't so cute when you were doing this. You sleep in your crib in your own room now. If we could just get you to sleep through the night every night. Grandma Vickie had your pictures done and you have the biggest smile. Maybe you and Santa can be friends next year because you didn't give a fair chance this year. You call Micah Da Da. You try to sing yourself to sleep. You love being a Pop Pops during the week and miss him when he is gone. Your mohawk is still adorable. You are playing with your train that Auntie Ann sent you for Christmas that mommy opened early. I pray that you are healthy and happy. Love, Mom
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I can't wait to see you in January! Mylo is precious and I hear lots of stories from PopPop and Nanna.
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