i love milo.

while i love all of my children equally, there are just some things about milo that can't go unnoticed.

for instance, he's just so darn cute.

i mean, a chunky brown boy with a chipped tooth and killer personality?

so cute.

i envision lots of broken hearts in his future...he's gonna be that class clown that all the ladies love.

secondly, he has this 80's jacket that he loves to wear on a daily basis.

i like to call him "miami vice" when he has it on...it's totally hot.

(notice the pinching of the wenis -- thanks audrey for that word)

he can rock a puffy vest like nobody's business.

he falls asleep at the dinner table (multiple times a week) because we make him sit there until he eats a bite.

(don't you worry, that bite is waiting for him when he wakes up in the morning.  we are mean parents, i know)

when mr. anderson leaves for work in the morning, milo runs up to me saying "IS DADDY GOING TO GET ELSA?!"  and when i tell him "no, he's just going to work" he replies with "AHHHHH.  dangit."

hilarious.

when i ask him to make a cool face and pose, this is what i get:

and last, but certainly not least.

it's a rare thing for him to take a picture without grabbing that there wenis.

and this is the best.picture.ever of him.

grabbing himself and flashing the peace sign.

can someone say blackmail when he's a teenager?