Milo's BIG week!

Milo has really stepped it up this week.

He fed himself baby Cheetos. . . on the very first try!

Some babies smell like sweet lotion, others a soft new baby scent... Not my boy, I swear now he permanently smells like cheese.

Milo drank from a straw. Now he wants to all of the time. He looks so funny behind that giant cup.


He has been trying to crawl. Hasn't quite caught on to the fact that his arms and legs have to be working in unison, but he's definately perfecting the parts.

And last but not least, he has a tooth! He wasn't even too fussy or anything, but he bit my finger on Tuesday, and oh ouch, he's got a snaggle tooth popping out! Ya, pretty sure me and my breast pump just became best friends. . .

It Could Happen. . .

The bank called today

Very exciting!

It's not a done deal yet, but it's looking really good. HALLELUJAH!!!!


10 Things I Can't Wait to Do in Our New House:
1- Have BBQ's and Minute to Win It parties.
2- Walk around naked.
3- Plant a garden.
4- Unpack all of our barely used wedding gifts.
5- Let Milo cry it out when he needs to.
6- Make cookies in my own oven (from a tube of course, as many of you know, even though I am an excellent cook, I suck at baking!)
7- Hang pictures in our hallway, yes for the first time in my life I could own a hallway!
8- Make forts in the living room on Friday nights.
9- Mow the lawn.
10- Unpack for the LAST time. (We have moved six times in two and a half years)

The Origin of Bird and Fish

Someone once told me that Melissa just doesn't fit. It's too stuffy and too serious. So I became Bird.

When Chris was a little boy, he pursed his lips and squinted his eyes and someone called out, "hey fish face!" Somehow the nickname stuck and he became Fish.

Together we are Bird and Fish.


When my mother-in-law was searching for our blog, she typed in Bird and Fish in Google, and this was the first thing that came up. Some how the internet gurus gave us this perfect poem.

The only author listed is Issues09.... Well Issues09, I hope that you are getting those issues sorted out, and in the mean time, thank you for this poem!!!

The Bird and The Fish

There once was a bird
She had all she could want.
Freedom, love
Nothing could stop her.
Or so she thought.

There once was a fish
He had all he wanted.
He roamed the sea
No ties to hold him down
But secretly he wanted more

There once was a bird and a fish
One day by the ocean,
they met and became friends.

He loved hearing the birds tales of other lands
She was free and could fly away anytime.
Something he could never do.

The bird loved hearing his stories
Tales of legends of life under the water
It was different
Something she could never really experience

There once was a bird and a fish
And they fell in love.
Impossible you would think that
The two most unlikely creatures
Could ever meet
and fall in love.

They did though.

They loved being near each other
And though the question is asked
how will that work? Where will they live?

The answer is simple. . .
Who cares?

For they love each other an that is all that matters.
There once was a bird and a fish.