Why Milo Has No Clothes On!

The day started out so well.  Husband played with Milo, while I showered and dressed. I even put on a new Lilly Pulitzer dress for the occasion - a Gaga and Milo shopping expedition with lunch!

First stop at the mall was Starbucks for a green iced tea, while Milo snacked on Cheerios from his spill proof container; completely mesmerized by a life size horse in the Ralph Lauren window and fountains throughout the mall as we strolled about.

A mere thirty minutes after our arrival Milo appeared sleepy, so I gave him a bottle of milk and pushed his stroller at warp speed, hoping he might nap. Fifteen minutes into this exercise his empty bottle flew into the air and onto the floor; his impenetrable lid was off and a trail of Cheerios littered the floor behind us. After a bit of backtrack cleaning (a Dustbuster would have been handy about now), I thought a diaper change might be in order, and this is where I made a strategic error, I didn't immediately put him back into his stroller.

As we exited the restroom he started to bolt; I scooped him up and in the process he eyed my iced tea in the cup holder or more precisely, the very enticing plastic cup and straw.  He motioned for it in the most irresistible way, so being the accommodating grandmother that I am, I swigged the tea and poured his Sippy cup of water into it.  He now willingly sat in his stroller as we perused Baby Gap and Anthropologie, until I realized he had taken the plastic lid off and poured water all over himself.

Although wet, Milo was happily content, while I on the other hand, forgetting to pack a change of clothes for him (such a rookie move), decided to cut our losses and head home for lunch.

I took Milo's damp clothes off and as I buckled him into his car seat the skies opened up; his stroller outside the car door. Finding this all very entertaining, Milo is hysterically laughing, clapping his hands and eating crackers as I jump out to rescue the stroller, but suddenly have amnesia and cannot remember how it folds up.  Panicked, I try to fit it into the trunk, unsuccessfully. I am totally drenched, but after a few seconds finally collapse it, thank the Lord. I hop back into the car, my dress dripping, my hair soaked and my mascara running down my cheeks.

That was our morning...and why Milo has no clothes on.