Mylo still isn’t so sure about snow, and we think it’s a fair assumption that he loves it in the way Chris does: in the mountains and not where we live. I was sad to not have a white Christmas after being spoiled for the last two years, though.

Mylo loved the Christmas tree, and the bell ornaments that we had—a second life for left over wedding favors! Chris thinks that plenty of angels got their wings this season, thanks to our little bell ringer. The first day we had the Christmas decorations up, Mylo walked out into the living room, looked up at the shelf and said, “Oooohhh.” I told him they were pretty, and unlike any other word, I never had to repeat that. He nodded, then looked at the tree and told me, “Pety.” Since then, ‘pretty’ is a big part of his growing vocabulary.

Grandpa Don and Nana Angie gave Mylo a vacuum, and I’m pretty sure this is his “Heeeeelllllll, yeah!” face.

All we’re missing is the monkey with his hands over his eyes and the other one with his hands over his mouth. Mylo’s got the selective hearing market cornered!