I Like Swiss Cheese

Sleeping on my head. 

If you believe 7th grade biology than Miloh can't be my kid... He's got recessive features; blonde hair and blue eyes.

But according to 8th grade biology he can be mine because it's not a black and white issue of genes.

Now I'm not sure if any of the above is true about biology because it was awhile ago... I feel like I learned recessive and dominant as absolute and then later as how it actually works. Not sure if that was in two different grades, two different weeks or two different sentences... And I'm not sure if any of that made sense, but I decided to pay myself by the word for this post so I'm padding...

But there are some ways to tell that Miloh is a tiny me in sheeps clothing. It's in his personality and the things he does.

One specific thing is sleep time. I realize a lot of kids, if not all, drag it out... But I see a little me in the way he does it.

I was able to drag out sleep with the best. If you ever get my mom in the room for a minute she will talk about me... And you could be lucky enough to hear my greatest feat at pushing off sleep.

After I was put to sleep I'd come downstairs and peek my head through our stair railing to ask some question or tell my mom something. It was the standard fare of stuff a kid says.

One day I had come down too many times so my mom said not to come down again unless it was important or an emergency.

After about an hour my mom thought I was asleep... Then she heard my feet on the steps and worridly asked what was wrong (since I was only supposed to come down for something important.)

I told her I liked swiss cheese.

Not sure if stalling is a gene but if it is Miloh has it... Before bed when we ask him to grab a book he'll saunter over to the bookcase, possibly with a turn, and start facing the books on the shelf. If Borders hadn't closed I'd have hime working there this summer.

But facing them isn't enough. He then organizes them and has to reface them.

Next might be his stuffed animals... He will put them in the right place, different every time, and even put his baby to sleep. 

One random day he insisted on wearing his hat... After storytime it went onto and Ugly Doll.

Then we read books and he may start blowing kisses which means he wants to say goodnight, to the one who isn't putting him to sleep, one last time.

And of course he wants to say goodnight to the dog.

And maybe his frogs.

And then the dog again... Which means balling because we say he's said goodnight.

Then he needs to organize his bed... To get really comfy. He grabs his main stuffed animals, a monkey and an elephant, and his blankets... And we prepare for the Miloh shuffle.

He shuffles everything around until he's comfy. Maybe giving you the monkey... Until he wants the monkey and gives you the elephant... Again and again.

While it's annoying it's really funny and hard not to laugh... And it's cute.

Then he might ask me to put my head down on the bed, he pats the area my head should go. He doesn't do this to Staci. Maybe because she's a girl and he doesn't think it's right to d to her what he does next.

He pulls my head up by the hair to see if I'm asleep... Then he puts it down... Again and Again.

Sometimes he'll blow us kisses and say bye. Sometimes he'll push us away. Other times he just flips around trying to sleep. 

And then finally he sleeps. Not always soundly since we've changed routine up a bit... But when I started writing he's sleep like... Well like a little baby.