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But on to the comic timing that is the subject of this post. Yesterday, before Milo's bedtime, we were hanging out on our bed with him, and Ben had him on his chest. Before Milo started sleeping in his crib and when he wasn't really getting solid sleep in his bassinet in our bedroom, one of the only ways he would fall asleep comfortably was on Ben's chest. He's a squirmy baby, though, and hasn't really done that for several months. In fact, it's sort of rare to even be holding Milo and for him to be still. Sometimes, when I'm putting him down for a nap, and he falls asleep on my shoulder, I hold him a little longer than necessary, because it is such a warm, cuddly feeling. So, anyway, Milo was actually flopped on Ben yesterday, but staying still, in a way that looked really comfy and sweet, and I said, "Wow, he hasn't done that since he was just a little baby," and Ben responded, really nostalgically (I know nostalgia is silly when Milo is still only six months old, but that's the kind of people we are), "I never thought he'd do it again," at which point Milo lifted his head, propped himself up like he was doing a push-up on Ben's chest, and snorted. Little dude wants to sell his wares at the Comedy Store.
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